God, its time to wake Acidy feeling shakes Oh, but the witching hour has its benefits A pair of candlesticks Dusty wooden shelf Shed a bit of light to my abyss, but I'm beyond repair Tranquil, in the arms of sleep An unfavourable war With a heavy skull Oh, and my sight is turning to sludge I feel the weight of the world In every trembling step Christ, all I need is some ease Tranquil, in the arms of sleep My skin begins to creep Tranquil, in the arms of sleep