The Lullaby of the Burning Boy - The Devil's Blood

Restless child, fitful sleep

(ever) in the throes of your heart’s wildest dreams

Don’t bow, don’t turn around, don’t ever look back

(but) prepare now your blade for the night’s sweet hunt

Reckon with your inner fears, bury deep the tears, crying is for later

And later is for sleeping

Insomnia’s twisted child, wakeful till the dawn

Ever trembles the hand of the one who carries God

Restless child, fitful sleep

Crawl into your sorrow

Ah, sorrow

Puncture your eyes

Cut off your ears

Pull out your hair

And become once more yourself

In the night’s hungry dark