13. DREAM ON
In my wispers there's danger,
because I'm the avenger
of all the knowing murder.
And craving is my daughter.
You'll find beautiful angel,
with armies ful of anger.
Your ash-feathered wings
won't ever catch the wind.
Dream the dream!
I'm willing.
Dream the dream!
Spell-caster.
This love, horribly torrid love's
weary of its useless trove.
Empty sockets staring at me
where your eyes use to be.
Evil beauty's too much to bear?
I'm your wishes granter.
I'm a hag, young lover,
You're chained to me forever.
Dream the dream!
I'm willing.
Dream the dream!
Spell-caster.
My sweet porinces,
did you sleep well?
Did you die?
Ohh dreaming...
Dreaming...
Dream the dream!
I'm willing.
Dream the dream!
Spell-caster.
You have went away, in to the morning.
And then I die allone!
