Go away, go away,
go away, bad dreams
Go away, go away, go away
Keep away, keep away,
keep away, bad dreams,
keep away, keep away, keep away

All through the day
you are lying in wait
hunting me all through the night
you are tormenting me
with constant [bad word] 
you are fooling me with delusions

The cries of the wounded
when I tried to heal
their eyes full of [bad word] 
in the nightly guest
the cries when it turned out
that I did kill
when love and care
drove all into death

In the haze of the rising day
when the sounds are dying away
from the blackest depth of my soul
get myself back under control

Drive away the feeling of guilt 
drive away the blood that's spilt
from the blackest depth of my soul
get myself back under control

[Written [bad word] by Ernst Horn]