Acheron, Stream of Woe Lyrics

They lied

Foreign terrain, 39 cycles in vacuum
Terrific landscape, primordial hate sleeps behind
Don't wake it, imbued with despair and pain
Don't wake it, the home of the purest will, the clean but yet unnatural
Buried in the deepest memories, wait to rise and walk again

Don't leave me, close my eyes
Watch the plan go wrong
When you hear your father cry
And sink into the horrible smothering dream with no light

Tightens the grip of dark purity
Subdued alive paralyzed

Become my host in this conception in pain
Enchanting evolution to burst
Ignoring the lust yet I see its desire
They lied to me, this is real

Every night
Monsters come at night
At night they come
At night they come
Welcome to my lair
Behold, they come at night

Now here to call my name
No place to call my home
My mommy always said there were no monsters
Not real ones

But there are
I am forsaken but not alone
And Casey still in my hand
Free of nightmares is her head
She didn't see, didn't hear
But I was there when the ribs have exploded
That sound still in me, my eternal woe
They lied