Letra de Pavor Nocturnas

Commence with devoid mentality, at one with peaceful tranquility
Oblivious to life and reality, the void reveals
Welcome to the...
Realm of psychological confinement
The nocturnal demons, they await for me
I lay there ignorant to the illusion of my prelucid state
The spirits dwell, the room concealed between the cracks of my mind
As nightfall slowly approaches
And when my consciousness will start to descend
I sense a disturbance in the air
The illusive allurement of slumber draws near
As anticipation accumulates
What I perceive as an enchanting escape
From this entity takes an unforeseen turn to a nightmare made real
My lifeless body lays there paralyzed as I drift through planes of astral projection
At one with the stars and moon
I whimsically tread between celestial currents and glide
Through the space and the nebula
Momentarily harmonious
The calm before the storm
Suddenly the sky turns black as I quickly descend into abysmal immuration
I feel an instant weight upon my chest
I look up to see two piercing eyes, gawking into my soul
Claws grasped so tight to my limbs
The room it grows cold
So bitter and fraught to behold
Daunting demon face screaming at me
I am bound against my will
I let out a shriek but nothing comes out
The parasite clutched to my torso, continues to wail as I remain incapacitated
The delusion terminates, as I jerk up right
Drenched in my sweat
I look around to see nothing, but still this notional monster, he taunts me
I twist and turn, dreading return of the creatures curse, haunting me while I squirm in angst
They're watching me from the shadows, eagerly waiting for my consciousness to slip
Lie in the dark, the bleak encompassing me as I hide in the sheets
Clawing at me, the beast's barbed nails and slender teeth
I feel him, his grip tightens like a vice 'round my neck
The air getting thinner, I feel closer to death, despite this creature inside of my head
His darkness returns
Once again I am bound, from the flesh on my bones
I am one with the curse, let them be heard
Their voices are drowned
The constant wailing of the dead, death's chorus of sound
His darkness returns