• Sleep, deep sleep
    Let nightmares creep
    Into the mind of fear

    Run from light,
    Everything bright
    To a darkness full of Lear

    For you have caught the death giver
    In his act of torturous crime
    The rules of life now direct
    Their protection against your line

    So run Dear, run
    Before the sun lights your land
    While the shadows still dance
    Escape while you can