In the dark of the night I rest my head
I close my eyes and drift away
When I'm awake I grasp at straws
But in my dreams, my castle holds
In the dead of the night nature comes alive
The tick and the tock are but songs of the clock
I jump at the sight of my own shadow
I am plagued by demons I cannot fathom
In my dreams the fear is my own
When I look upon its face, when I feel it in my veins
I know it, I recognise it, and sometimes I embrace it
Because it is not unknown and it will not go
In the cold of the night I rest my head
And in my dreams the snow begins to fall
Its too cold for my ghosts to haunt
And so, by God, as the black turns to white
I STAND ALONE.
