Washed away
The sea begins to stray
I sink down into the bed
I see nothing but my dread

Into the sky I am consumed
Darkness unfurling like a flower in bloom
The distant stars like candles of hope
Becoming dim and devoid of scoop

The heavens cry out deafening blare
As the light leaves even the stairs
All while I sink down into my bed
I see nothing but my dread

Distance the shouts and screams
Like being within the realm of dreams
To the east and to the west
The world spins and never rests

Gods of darkness, masters of the night
Laughing while they force their dogs into fight
I watch while I sink down into my bed
I see nothing but my dread

I see mountains shatter and earth split asunder
I hear battle cries that strike like thunder
Madness becoming apparent
Chaos roaming rampant

The spinning slows down
The gods do frown
Their fun has come to an end
There lasts nothing for their beasts to rend

I cry as I sink into my bed
I see nothing but my own dread