The cold wind in my dream has stopped blowing
It has been replaced by a terror beyond knowing
Faces grinning made up of tattered flesh and rusted chains
The terror taunts me and holds me still
Is he going to kill me, or will he simply hurt me
I wish I had the cold wind blowing
Nothing is good about the fear of not knowing
Bloody teeth and shallow a scream, hide in the back of lovely things
This madness will not leave my dream
I try to wake but I can only scream
It has been replaced by a terror beyond knowing
Faces grinning made up of tattered flesh and rusted chains
The terror taunts me and holds me still
Is he going to kill me, or will he simply hurt me
I wish I had the cold wind blowing
Nothing is good about the fear of not knowing
Bloody teeth and shallow a scream, hide in the back of lovely things
This madness will not leave my dream
I try to wake but I can only scream
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