Cryptic Nightmares

He can feel it in his bones
(The tides are turning)
The seeds have been sewn
(The tides are turning)
(Oooh!)
He can feel it in his bones
(His mind is burning)
The seeds have been sewn
(His mind is burning)
(Oooh!)
He can feel it in his bones
(The tides are turning)
The seeds have been sewn
(The tides are turning)
An eternal flame burns within him
All the power of the stars flow through his soul
A great unease forged in the cold depths
It torments the dreams of a vulnerable soul
Vivid visions of pain and suffering
Such fear can only lead to darkness
He will not embrace death
The nature of the universe
Writhing through his thoughts
Like maggots in flesh
Waking in cold sweat
Each and every night
Twisting, contorting, flailing, tortured
Manipulated by this black spectre of prophecy
Images of suffering, death to the innocent
He’s growing ever stronger, the pieces fall in place
Lecherous thoughts betray his sacred vows
He is but a pawn in a game to wake a nightmare
Blinded by desires, passion is his downfall
Ruthless brutality wasted on the weak
Writhing through his thoughts
Like maggots in flesh
Waking in cold sweat
Each and every night
(Aaaaaah-oh!)
(Eeeeeeh-oh!)
I must
I will
Then they’re so
They’ll feel so
Sacrifice everything
It will be my doing
I will kill everyone