The Host of Nightmares

Oh mighty old one
Please hear my prayers
For I offer nothing
But a life of servitude

Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Plant your eyes into my mind
Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Cleanse me of my beastly soul

I wish to remain
Only but a host
Within the world of
Neverending nightmares

I refuse to wake
From this very dream
For now I feel
The dream and I are one

A host of the nightmare
I feel now I am
Please don't lеt me wake
I wish not to leavе

Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Plant your eyes into my mind
Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Cleanse me of my beastly soul
Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Plant your eyes into my mind
Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Cleanse me of my beastly soul