Vārdi: Deadsy. Phantasmagore. Book Of Black Dreams.

Late night, in the sheets
As your body starts to sweat and seize
There comes a fright, a secret freeze

There comes an evil from an ancient tree
Burning bright with numbered leaves
You're reminded of the things behind you

It's everytime, you feel you're getting by
It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
It's everytime, you think you're going to die
Your mind's in misery

Someway on a distant sea
You kept track of a way to keep track of me
Somewhere through the thick debris
I feel back in the book of the black dreams

In sight, the future gleams
And now your mind begins a desperate plea
The noose tight, you look and see
You've been blinded by the things that unwind you

It's everytime, you feel you're getting by
It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
It's everytime, you think you're going to die
Your mind's in misery

Someway on a distant sea
You kept track of a way to keep track of me
Somewhere through the thick debris
I feel back in the book of the black dreams

Book of black dreams, book of black dreams
Book of black dreams, book of black dreams

Nest of the bad things
Gonna eat what new minds bring
Book of black dreams

Things are not what they seem
'Cause every nightmare of the passionate breed
Is playing back in your eternity

It's everytime, you feel you're getting by
It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
It's everytime, you think you're going to die
Your mind's in misery

Someway on a distant sea
You kept track of a way to keep track of me
Somewhere through the thick debris
I feel back in the book of the black dreams

Book of black dreams, book of black dreams
Book of black dreams, book of black dreams
Book of black dreams, book of black dreams