When the city sleeps in peace 
All your [bad word] deep 
When the restless wolfs 
Gather nose to the wind 
In the favour of the night 
monster creeps into your mind  [bad word] in an ambush 
As soon as you switch off the light

It haunts you 
It drowns you 
It chokes you 
It's eating your soul 
The anguish of mind 
Is driving you insane

Don't ever loose your spark 
To light a raging fire 
When you're about to pass the gates 
Of the darker realms 
You gotta keep it 
You gotta keep it 
To keep the ghosts 
Keep the ghosts away from you 
You gotta keep it 
You gotta keep it 
To keep the ghosts 
Keep the ghosts away from you

When the world sinks into bliss 
You're falling deeper into the abyss 
From the top of the mountain 
That you made from molehills