From the one who once preserved
I can feel it coming, coming, coming
Every night I try to hide
I can feel it coming, coming, coming
When the dreads become alive
What was I bound to read?
What was I born to dream?
And all those words unspoken
And all the gold I should
The night reveals the deepest fear
Eclipse gently sucks me in
Every night I try to hide
When the dreads become alive
What's the battle to save?
What's the battle to win?
And all those words unspoken
And all the gold I should
Into the arms of darkness,
my mind is drifting again
Into the arms of darkness,
my mind is drifting, is drifting down
Are broken around the land
Are broken around the land
It's too soon to give up the game