God, its time to wake
Acidy feeling shakes
Oh, but the witching hour has its benefits
A pair of candlesticks
Dusty wooden shelf
Shed a bit of light to my abyss, but I'm beyond repair
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep
An unfavourable war
With a heavy skull
Oh, and my sight is turning to sludge
I feel the weight of the world
In every trembling step
Christ, all I need is some ease
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep
My skin begins to creep
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep