The Dreams Without End - Demiurg

All that cannot be named the sweeping pest of dreams feverish yet so real

Sill never to flesh again

I know you know it that familiar dread I know you fear it It comes to you in dreams and make you shiver

That sick which has no point which only dwells inside to wreak it’s twisted

havoc

Upon your trembling soul

These dreams without end that last forevermore

These dreams without end starts this night

The depths of utter hell, inside your very being

Aeons countless converging into your soul