My Dark Dreams
The sandman always came
When I rested well
And I thought it a shame
That after him was hell
When my sleep was deep
There was evil everywhere
And I tried to break free
From the ones that scared
Demons that I saw
Were gargoyles come to life
And they troubled me most of all
In the dark of the night
Some nights I suffered greatly
With the devil himself my foe
Though his trident lately
Cannot pierce my soul
These days I awake
From a pastoral scene
And I’m no longer afraid
With angels there for me
Again my sleep is good
With no nightmares at all
And the hell I’ve withstood
I can barely recall