Demons Of The Dark
They haunt these nights
They taunt, wanting to fight
When will they leave me alone?
No, they have to make themselves known.
But soon they lossen their grip
And I slip,
Into a desperately,
Needed sleep.
They taunt, wanting to fight
When will they leave me alone?
No, they have to make themselves known.
But soon they lossen their grip
And I slip,
Into a desperately,
Needed sleep.