I work the night shift
In my own hell
Driven by a sorceress's spell
I am the meeting
Of beast and man
Cursed by my own fated wretched hand
And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror
These dreams, they are not mine
Slave to the power
Of elder speak
Delivered from a true believer's cheek
Live forever
Within the clutch
The impact of another's evil touch
And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror
These dreams, they are not mine
