Five Crystals - Orphanage

Evil roams the land of my dreams

Onslaught is the onset of coma

Ancients chase the crystals of black

Magic is the secret I keep

Searching in the land of my dreams

Gazing in the eyes of my dying conciousness

I have to grasp the last stone

Failing means I will never awake

Slowly I drown in my sleep

Hoping my brain will awake

My last crystal will fall in their hands

Leaving me to die alone in my sleep

Ride!

I hear hooves pounding

I see his mask, it’s black !

I try escaping but I can’t move

I’m doomed

Sword !

Flesh !

Blood !

Kill !

Die !

Sun will rise for you again now …