Testo di Sights Of The Unreal

Irreality, the howling wind Into the mist, shapes are moving beyond my vision I don't know what they are I'm not sure I want to see them Senseless, a blood moon hovers above Cacophony stops me from concentrating Still the cold wind blows The eyes, they watch me oh, so close The shapes approach through the mist I can't, I won't believe what I see The substance of dreams shows itself Reaching for me, babbling and growling Irreality, the howling wind Into the mist, shapes are moving beyond my vision I don't know what they are I'm not sure I want to see them The stars move fast in the dark sky I run (but) slow, liquid movements won't help I close my eyes, wait for the cold touch Of whatever is going to drive me insane