Evil roams the land of my dreams
Onslaught is the onset of coma
Ancients chase the crystals of black
Magic is the secret I keep
Searching in the land of my dreams
Gazing in the eyes of my dying conciousness
I have to grasp the last stone
Failing means I will never awake

Slowly I drown in my sleep
Hoping my brain will awake
My last crystal will fall in their hands
Leaving me to die alone in my sleep
Ride!

I hear hooves pounding
I see his mask, it's black !
I try escaping but I can't move
I'm doomed
Sword !
Flesh !
Blood !
Kill !
Die !

Sun will rise for you again now ...