In a dream i saw the future,
in a dream i saw the world,
there were madmans lies,
devils point of view,
In a world of hate and anger,
In a world of fear and pain,
there is no time for pride,
no time to stand aside.
Call me a dreamer,
call me insane,
ill survive the storm,
ill take the pain.
Out of the storm,
come the children of the night,
out of the storm,
a black masquerade,
dance with the dead,
to the music of grief,
out of the storm,
a nightchild appears.
In the silence of the moonlight,
we can hear the nightchilds cry,
like a lonely wolf, (not 100% sure)
out into the sky.
With a madman nor a stranger,
whose words you just cant tell,
the nightchilds way,
the way of no return,
call me a dreamer,
call me insane,
ill survive the storm,
ill take the pain.
Out of the storm,
come the children of the night,
out of the storm,
a black masquerade,
dance with the dead,
to the music of grief,
out of the storm,
a nightchild appears.
When the light fades away,
and the night puts me asleep,
will i ever wake up again,
will i stay in this twilight forever?
Out of the storm,
come the children of the night,
out of the storm,
a black masquerade,
dance with the dead,
to the music of grief,
out of the storm,
a nightchild appears.