Nightchild

In a dream I saw the future,
In a dream I saw the world.
There were madmen’s lies,
Devil’s point of view.

In a world of hate and anger,
In a world of fear and pain.
There’s no time for pride,
No time to stand aside.

Call me a dreamer,
Call me insane.
I’ll survive the storm,
I’ll take the pain.

Out of the storm,
Comes the children of the night.
Out of the storm,
A black masquerade.
Dance with the dead,
To the music of grief.
Out of the storm,
A nightchild appears.

In the silence of the moonlight,
You can hear the nightchild’s cry.
Like a lonely wolf,
Howling to the sky.
With a madman nor a stranger,
Who’s words you just can’t tell.
It’s the nightchild’s way,
The way of no return.

Call me a dreamer,
Call me insane.
I’ll survive the storm,
I’ll take the pain.

Out of the storm,
Comes the children of the night.
Out of the storm,
A black masquerade.
Dance with the dead,
To the music of grief.
Out of the storm,
A nightchild appears.

When the light fades away,
And the night puts me asleep.
Will I ever wake up again,
Will I stay in this twilight forever?

Out of the storm,
Comes the children of the night.
Out of the storm,
A black masquerade.
Dance with the dead,
To the music of grief.
Out of the storm,
A nightchild appears.