Fiend knights of the night
Fowl creatures of hell
Has come to cleanse your soul
Has come to bring me closer once more

In my sleep I dreamed
And the dream became is a real
As my silted arm

"Further more" cried the night
"Further more?" I answered
"Why further more?"
"We wish ye to wither" cried he back.

The wind hissed at me
Through a broken glassed window
Milked though my fears
And on the spur of the moment,
A Silent shiver
Through my spine to the blood gathering on the floor

An image of pure darkness came through it
And stretched its long hand for me
I felt his nails entering slowly  
I shriekd myself

Awake

"Poor, poor free man" said the night
And smiled at my misfortune
"For further more"