Born of the darkness From granted eyes beyond Dreams of the deep mist They hide a scratching song There's a primal fear That death is near Writhing now in wait Am I past the veil Consciousness failing I hear a wicked fate
Can you hear it? Can you hear it? The tolls of madness ringing Do you fear it? Do you fear it? An ancient choir is singing All consuming Calling to me In a dream, it's a thorn I can't dig out Can't you hear it too? If you listen close now
Lulled to the madness I have seen what I can't know Glimpsed at a nightmare To fester and to grow In this empty home Of flesh and bone A presence left unseen Laying awake in bed My hollowed head will Call back through the dream
I feel it humming deep inside the walls The dark vibrations Whispered acts unspeakable, horrible, reachable, audible I'm pressured to awaken my own sight To generations Ancient ones malevolent, reckoning, pestilent, beckoningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
