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The King Of Dreams

by Nemesis

on After Dark (2002)

In the darkness of his mind
He is weaving webs of lies
Lurking in his filthy den
Waiting for the moon to rise

Spreading vile and vicious thoughts
Which pervade the stinking air
All is rotten and decayed
All around his squalid lair

There are foul and noxious fumes
Mists grow thicker on the ground
People start to feel his power
They're no longer safe and sound

Fog is dense it blinds their eyes
All they feel is growing fear
For the first time in their lives
They know their death is near

Softly whispered words of hatred
Come to their dirty ears
Overwhelmed by sudden terror
Eyes are full of welling tears

Face contorted in great panic
Tears are flowing in wide streams
You will never get away
From the king of our dreams