Incubus - Amberian Dawn

Preacher:

«It's not a dream, and it is not your imagination.»

I’m lying in my bedroom restless at nights

And feeling someone’s lying next to my side

I hear a heavy breathing

Someone’s next to me and watching me!

Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak!

I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!

Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!

Whispering, calling, desiring

And squeezing with all its might

It’s trying to take over me and choke me!

A Nightmare seizes me in a freezing grip

I feel cold fingers running, taking a grip

This spirit’s lurking in my sleep

And giving in I’ll sleep forever more!

Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak!

I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!

Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!

Whispering, calling, desiring

And squeezing with all its might

It’s trying to take over me and choke me!

Preacher: The flesh is weak!

Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh!

I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!

Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!

Whispering, calling, desiring

And squeezing with all its might

It’s trying to take over me and choke me!