In The Deep Of The Night

I lay my head down to rest,

I say a pray to sleep safe,

But shadows climb on my wall,

A silhoutte in fog follows me down the hall,

I lay on my pillow, looking at the ceiling;

An axe-man crouchs over me,

With axe in hand, swinging,

A thousand hands creeping,

Out of the walls, they claw my skin,

Red blood now dripping down my face,

My hands tearing the sheets in distress,

I awake with red wine trickling from my eyes,

Paralyzed in fear; My skin as cold as ice,

Make no mistake;

I am still sleeping,

In the deep of the night,

My nightmares are creeping,

In the deep of the night,

I'm in another realm;

In the deep of the night,

My nightmares are real.