Wake up... Wake up... Wake up...

My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning.
That they are cries from our subconscious.
I feel [bad word] to recount this one to my love,
My Annabel, shaking her gently, I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow.
My thoughts are [bad word] as reality hits me like a bold of lightning and I scream.

We are the [bad word]  we are the virtuous, we are the damned.
We are the [bad word]  this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep.

Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell.
Lies a place that the damned call home.
place where the virtuous hide in fear.
place we see only in our nightmares.
place where the sun is silent.