Wake up... wake up... wake up...
My eyes open wide as I wake, panting,
Some say that dreams have deeper meaning.
That they are cries from our subconscious.
I feel strangely compelled to recount this one to my love,
My Annabel, shaking her gently,
I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow.
My thoughts are disrupted as reality hits me like a bolt of lightning and I scream.
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned.
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep.
[repeat]
Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell.
Lies a place that the damned call home.
A place where the virtuous hide in fear.
A place we see only in our nightmares.
A place where the sun is silent.
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