In restless sleep I dream of dread
I dream of plagues and thousands of dead
I see with mind's eye faces strange
And grimaces they arrange
I smell a corpse that's soon to bloom
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And absolutely nothing
The pungent stench of blood and doom
I taste the fruit of demons near
The juices filled with hate and fear
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And in this ceaseless dream of mine
I'm circled by a million swine
That squeal and grunt in prickly pain
Then pause, resume and squeal again
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The moon is loudly absent here
It's gone, but whispers in my ear
Of wounds that salt has still to find
Yet make a husk, this flesh of mine
A stranger who has ceased to be
In crimson light, he looks like me (he looks like me)
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He beckons me with horrid grin
Then with a snap removes his kin
And says with eyes, now colored red
Where he once stood is me instead
I try and try, but cannot scream
Oh, shan't I wake up from this dream?