Reveries, with melodies Are now grinning little faces Inverted drastic waves Left a wreckage still lies within Behold! There's a standing shadow, barely on my sight With the wings of dusk And here it comes Will it end or make it perennial The hurt I want begone? I want it done! Dreams are burgeoned into nightmares And the essence is blurred with fear Came across the serpents that wrapped my arms And faced them with fear Behold! There's a standing shadow, barely on my sight With the wings of dusk And here it comes Will it end or make it perennial The hurt I want begone? I want it done And here it comes...