An evil dream Takes him without prevention He couldn’t run away or even fight Images of himself walking the pat That leads into his mind
His hands and legs refused to move When he was cornered by his dream
After midnight Shouting in the shadows He will prayWaiting for tomorrow
He felt the heat Of the sacred fire Taking him from darkness to light His hands were still shaking terrified The shout was loud ’n’ clear
He’s still asking to himself How long the death will play this game
After midnight Shouting in the shadows He will pray Waiting for tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
