«human dreams — such a fruitful place to plant the seeds of terror.»
child i arise
in your dreams
as a creature — of dread
as a demon — or a wicked witch
what pleases me — i choose
i am the master — of terror
i create your nightmares
child — i am tearing you — apart
my mastery — can not be escaped
black claws tears your mind
black chaos — black terror
child — i am your pain
i’ll engrave pain — into your soul
i will set your soul on fire
black flames will rise — as the gate
opens — into the realm — of the dead
here — you will sleep — eternally
and in your never ending dream
i will dance — and laugh
and i will feed
again — and again