Into my nights of fitful sleep,
Into my dreams they flit and creep.
The evils of old, they come and go;
they lodge in my mind and continue to grow.
Inside my mind, they burrow so deep.
 
The darkness grows as the evil seeps in;
it reveals itself as it grows from within.
These rancid smells, they come and they go
As nightmares of my mind continue to flow.
I fight for my sanity, but I’m afraid I won’t win.
 
As the evil spreads, I try to survive;
the last of the good still keeps me alive.
There is nothing quite like the evil I see;
it is with my teeming nightmares I must strive.
With my failing strength, I strive to be believed.