They Feed On Our Fear

Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forest

In the shadows that falls from the trees

Deep in the black lake don't dare to go near

Don't you dare to go near

Behind the door to the closet

Reflections in the mirror

Every sounds you hear at night

If you look outside you'll see their pounding eyes

You'll see their eyes as light that glows in the night

Hiding under your bed

They feed on our fear

Created in our dreams at night when we are asleep

Where all the creatures of the underworld lives

Never out in the light

Afraid to die in the morning light

To dust they crumble of they're touched by the daylight

She have always been there since the first tall tale was told by the fire

To their children before they tuck them into bed at night

Tale of a Dream weaver

Stories about a beautiful siren

With a song that fool's every man to follow

She lives deep in the lake

Raving along in the full moons light

Watching her children play

Fooling around in the dead of night

Be home by dawn

Walk in the obscure

In the silence of the night

Don't wake the sleeping child

A window of glory light

From deep within our dream

From dusk till dawn, we can hear them ponder

In the night they come, from deep within

Frozen to stone, while asleep at night

The night awakens our fear

But were always saved by the morning light

They feed on our fear

I have seen their eyes

As lights that glows in the night

Hiding under my bed

Dream weaver...