The Vision Bleak - Dreams In The Witchhouse


So these are the walls 
wherein hides my doom? 
And night, when it falls 
brings ghoul-ridden gloom? 

Rest shall I find in here 
till death doth his deed. 
Away with these tales of aghast 
(that) bereaveth my sleep! 

Now wine and dim light 
bring slumber to me! 
A new morning shall prove them all wrong, 
them olde creeps and their dull fairytale fantasy! 

The haunt is on ... 

"And to thee all night appears 
sans the quiet of her spheres ..." 

No longer can I bare 
the pesterings of light, 
safe the sacred fires 
that moon and stars ignite. 

Good is evil, wrong is right 
and thy horrors my delight! 

The haunt is on ... 

No rest will I find 
as long as a dream 
within my wretched mind 
brings darkness to sheen. 

For sorrow and woe 
seem my destiny, 
no thought of dispersion, nor gleams of the hope 
of the hopeless have found into me! 

"And to thee all night appears 
sans the quiet of her spheres ..." 

No longer can I bare 
the pesterings of light, 
safe the sacred fires 
that moon and stars ignite. 

Good is evil, wrong is right 
and thy horrors my delight! (2x)

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