Enemy lines

In the dark there is a place. I’m hiding from the world to see.
The door is shut, sealed and locked, so I’m trying to bury the key.
It’s the dark side of the moon, a shadow that no light can reach.
Behind the walls of sleep I sometimes can take a look through the dark.

I’m afraid of what it seems to be. I am lost inside this mystery.

A seed of evil is growing inside my mind. The dark around me tells a tale of the night.
I slowly reach my self-built enemy line. I raise my hand and I hope I can touch the light.

A ray of light is breaking through, a sign of hope that warms my soul.
The shadows flee and once again my mind is refilled by the light.
But sometimes it returns again, I feel the darkness take control.
Lost inside this vicious curse, an endless trip through the night. I’m afraid of what it seems to be. I am lost inside this mystery.

A seed of evil is growing inside my mind. The dark around me tells a tale of the night.
I slowly reach my self-built enemy line. I raise my hand and I hope I can touch the light.

A seed of evil is growing inside my mind. The dark around me tells a tale of the night.
I slowly reach my self-built enemy line. I raise my hand and I hope I can touch the light.
A seed of evil is growing inside my mind. The dark around me tells a tale of the night.
I slowly reach my self-built enemy line. I raise my hand and I hope I can touch the light.