Every night you frightened up
Bathed in perspiration — you stood in your bed
And attempted to remember —
At your dream of terror
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS —
The hour of horror
Already now you have fear,
When you fall into sleep
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS
One night the mutants thrashed down again —
Harder than ever before — you can’t move around
And died misery in your fright
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS
Shivering fit — agony — grinding flesh in your hand
Nightmare masks of death — their looks gore you
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS
[Eisen 2/88]