inside this house,
where I slink through corridors,
watching shadows in flickering candle light
in chambers of haunted places
scared dreams rush me
through the night
I will be shaken considering
his horrible shape

some nights of fear

there's something beyond me
oh, father tell me,
do you really hear me screaming
or am I dreaming?

inside this room,
where I spend some nights of fear
startled by one's stalking
the wall clock's toll stroke at midnight
I'm passing some places
that I remember well or not
and if I remember, I couldn't say
if it was really true

words: fülster
music: fülster