DREAMS OF WICKEDNESS
Dreamin the dreams of a wicked man
Forever lost in an unknown, desolate land
The cold, black clouds move overhead
The red moon rising, sign of the dead
Can mortal men escape the holding cell
Surounded by cries coming straight from hell
The torment, the pain, exist only here
Growing stronger each day from his fear
Dangerous ways have brought him back to life
The agonies and sorrows, slice like a knife
Wanting the torture to cease, becomes silent
Resistence is to great, becomes more violent
In this land of the damned, we must move on
Hoping his strenghth, becomes his wrong
As the cold dreary nights, keep coming around
The eternal wicked dreams, we will drown
As we become united, strong we will stand
Wants us to believe, but we will band
His power is strong, some will succumb
And bow down to his everlasting kingdom
