Paradigma The Shadow
Every night I feel it behind me Every night I sense its presence Every night it's haunting me As ominious as my dyed counscience Every night it turns every dream Into a frowsty nightmare Every night I want to turn And finally face this shadow In a frowsty chill A mist of fear The one I do not wish to know Resides my every dream The Shadow, my unseen Beholding captor Every night I feel it behind me Every night I want to face its nature But never this do I dare For saw I it, surely die would I Last night, in my dream I turned To face the faceless peril How morbid my dreads then seemed As I saw my own distorted face In a moisty chill A dreadlike mist The one I restist to know Enshrouds my every dream The Shadow, my hidden Second I