Texty: Caliban. Bad Dream.

Oh dark night, in silence broken ban,
Shackles of fear, I lie there, flat and merely
The valley lies deep, staggering in the past, shadows
Hide danger and feed me in the coldness,
I don't see myself,
Don't look at me,
You would burn

As my house lies empty and
I float against the time,
Come here, come in,
Burn for my soul.