In my sleep
The Reaper comes
In his black vest...
With him the hands of death
Grab me to take me away!...
I cry but nobody hears...
I fight but the hands
Are dragging me down to Darkness...
In my sleep
The Reaper tells me "I'm here to take you"
I want to run,
I feel this anguish in my chest ...
I scream but nobody wakes up to help me ...
Hands of death crawling into my bed...
I feel the cold embracing me
I feel the emptiness in my soul
I feel myself fading away....
Desperation tears roll down my face
I struggle...
I moan...
'Cuz the hands of death are here to stay...
In my sleep
The Reaper came...
I'm so frightened...
I'm so lost...
This darkness in my room....
In my sleep
I felt the Death and it's coldness..
I shouted
I cried
I fought
But now I am awake...
And I will sleep no more !!
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