The demons of my past have crept Under the cover of the night Waiting to snatch me from my bed Into the place where they abide. I'm dreaming and the dream is dark. The water flows like liquid oil When suddenly the demons start Pulling me down with their coils. My lips are frozen with the fear, And neither hand nor foot would move And then the pallid light appears The Midnight Sun, the d**hly Moon. Shall I surrender to the night And let the waters take me in? There is no help within a sight How can I fight within my dream?