In Dreams

I am walking on the borders

Caught within a waking sleep

There's a weight upon my shoulders

And the pinpricks at my feet

Oh these troubles they grow and they

Cloak me in the sweat of nightmares

Spend my last days on this earth

But still I fear the dreams to come with sleep

Come with sleep

In the ruined house

On the path that leads straight down

Wake to find an arm of scars

And a sigil on the ground

There is no light left in breathless sleep

But these waking hours are too much for me

Feel the muscles heavy on my frame

And the fear of dreams that come again

Mud caked clothes like a shroud

Fists digging in through the sweat of fear

Light fades, night is bearing down

Soon the apparitions will appear

In the ruined house

On the cliffs that lead straight down

Wake to find a night of stars

And a sigil on the ground

Pull back the teeth are coming loose

Red salt and thick wet breathing

And the roots stare into open air

And the open nerves are screaming

Trapped within these rags

Smoke it fills the senses

Amid the rocks and crags

Here we shall gather

In the ruined house

Crouching in the corner

Slip through shifting soil

Down to the lost caverns

There's no light in breathless sleep

Waking hours too much for me

Feel the muscles on my frame

Fits and crags and boulders

There's a weight upon my shoulders, oh these troubles

Lucid dreams so frequent now

Get through being awake somehow

Living gates to distant shores

We will sing this sermon now

On the cliffs that lead straight down

Waiting for the visions that will follow

Found within these halls

The skeletons of dogs

Climb the spectral wall

Here I am legion

Count the days in bones

On shifting sands alone

Death and life and waking

Locked in eternal struggle

I am walking on the borders

Wide awake but still I

Fear the dreams to come

Wrapped in rags that smell of smoke

Above the stinking ground below

Wisps like voices float around me

Falling into darkness now

Waking in the ruined house

Between the living and the dead

We will sing this sermon now

On the path that lead straight down

Waiting for the visions that will follow

You see my eyes, red and bloodied from the sunrise

Skin cracked and peeling, dried tongues revealing

I stand with my feet upon this wasteland

Where is it I've woken? Forget the words I've spoken

It's a gift from the skies to be living in these end times

Show them what you're made of

What are you afraid of?

Afraid of?