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I see shades trapped in the light

They try to escape, only to fail
I walk forth through the endless night
To continue a journey to my avail


It's not that I seek knowledge or power
About these earthly things I do not care

But this will be my finest hour
In time I'll be someone they'll have to fear


Dreams, illusions at my will
By implanting them I will make them kill
Harvest their dreams in their sleep

To make them as weak as sheep
Wrecking their souls to live in pain
As they try to reason they will go insane

Without a mind to realize
They will be mine to re-advise


Wandering the endless plains of existence
to find the ones who can show me the way
They will not give me any resistance

As they will hear what I have to say

I have chosen, but still there is more

For I've fought hard to be one of you
My flesh was sold to the god of war
To be a wandering entity with one thing to do


Dreams, illusions at my will
By implanting them I will make them kill

Harvest their dreams in their sleep
To make them as weak as sheep
Wrecking their souls to live in pain

As they try to reason they will go insane
Without a mind to realize
They will be mine to re-advise


Man, neither of bone nor flesh
I stalk the night, landing with a crash

In your room I'll materialize
To take your dreams by surprise
Foolish mortal don't be upset

I haven't entered your mind yet
Relax it will be over soon
I'll leave you behind under a silent moon


As I touch your temple
Your mind becomes unlocked

I feed on your wealthy dreams
You're left with nothing so it seems
I implant the wish for combat

The admiration of the violent death
You wake up understanding that
The world deserves to be dead


Wandering the endless plains of existence
to find the ones who can show me the way

They will not give me any resistance
As they will hear what I have to say


As I touch your temple
Your mind becomes unlocked
I feed on your wealthy dreams

You're left with nothing so it seems
I implant the wish for combat
The admiration of the violent death

You wake up understanding that
The world deserves to be dead


Dreams, illusions at my will
By implanting them I'll make them kill
Harvest their dreams in their sleep

To make them as weak as sheep
Wrecking their souls to live in pain
As they try to reason they'll go insane
Without a mind to realize
They will be mine to re-advise

Destroying your sense of honesty
Depriving you of sincerity
I'll plant an idea in your mind
To start with the destruction of mankind