Whispers In The Dark

Nightmares of crazy children
Are like a burning coal
In hellish chapel
If you can make your soldier
From their dreams
You become an ocean
Where no boat can sail it through
Nightmares of crazy children
Are like a burning coal
In hellish chapel

Huge bugs with six heads
Burning rats lie in wait
In the dark cellars
Blood is white with the red spots

If you can make your soldier
From their dreams
You become an ocean
Where no boat can sail it through