Lyric

You stand there in the shadows, unaware

Weaving tales in a dimly lit study

The floor creaks beneath, cold wind bites

Oh storyteller of nightmares, where should you start?

With crimson eyes and a fleeting smile

No hiding place remains beneath the dark

The stories you spin

Twist my heart, contort my soul

In this nightmare

What am I meant to find?

Lost in the dead of night, the clock ticks

Cold and deep, echoing through the stillness

Heavy footsteps lead me to a labyrinth

Beneath a ghostly moon…

Playful with the Nightmare Weaver

Turning my night into melancholy

Whispers, screams—

I can’t tell what’s real or dream

Why can’t I escape

This twisted nightscape?

Every shadow hides some fear

And the Nightmare Weaver draws near…

Two shadows cross and tangle

Mocking voices whisper close

The sound of fear scattered all around…

Aahh!

(In this nightmare…)

(What am I meant to find?)

At midnight, as if relishing my fear

The Living Dead tell their endless stories…

You come unceasingly

Invisible yet undeniably present…

A ghost cloaked in night’s breeze

Cold as ice

It haunts the darkness

Creeping in the unseen corners…

Playful with the Nightmare Weaver

Turning my night into melancholy

Giggles, cries—

I can’t tell if this is a dream

Run as I might, there’s no escape

Trapped in this eternal play

Hands reach out but never grasp

The nightmare continues without end…