Pavor Nocturnus - Evoken

Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey

Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber

A world beyond affliction;

When the calling lulls us into our infinite beds

And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us

From across lightless fissures of consciousness

Writhing… Burning

Alive only to host the Stygian torment

Pitied we are

When deep sleep falls upon mankind

Hopeless we fall

Into the fathomless depths of this virulent dream

And from the haunted arms of Morpheus

We arise to a different despair

Note: Same as Reverie in Tears