n the Darkest Depths of the Realms of Sleep
Surreal Nightmares live and all Demons Creep

Cast out by the Righteous Hand of Light
To Live amongst the Shadows that Breathe in the Night

Heart Souls and Minds with Poisoned Evil they Infest
Stealing my Nocturnal Peace the very Breath from my Chest

Hesitant each Night as I close my Eyes to Slumber
It is only Hellish Illusions that seem to Encumber

Fully awake, my Body Paralyzed my Mind Frozen with Fear
I'm able to only Gaze upon the Shadow that grows Near

Dark and Ominous He moves with Purpose and Slow Pace
A monster. Forged from the Shadows He is Without a Face

Yet I am Able to Feel the Burn from His Icy Stare
No Eyes to look back into If you were to Dare

He Lovingly lays His Hands upon your Neck as your Life He Demands
The Strength of a Ten Thousand Men laying in His Deadly Hands

There is Nothing more Hauntingly Beautiful than Stolen Breath
So Terribly Beautiful this Hollow Empty Faceless Face of Death

It is He that is the Cause of each Sleepless Night
That I have Suffered through until the Mornings First Light

As the Rising Sun breaks the Horizon Beautiful and Bold
Only then the Hands of Death Weaken and Release their Hold