I run through a valley, dark horses, dark manes
The wind on my back, dark blood in my veins
Engulfing the sorrow is my task, you see
I'm the dreamweaver, you belong to me
Nothing too small, too bright, full of shine
Spares my darkness your treasure, your dreams are mine
Stolen from under your pillow, I creep
Into the cavern you call dreamland: sleep
Dark love in your wishes, dark thoughts in your mind
Your dreams are of heaven where you reign divine
You answer to no one, yet come when I call
Your dreams have vanished, I've stolen them all
Demons that beckon to you when you slumber
Have replaced the nightingales, the doves, now dark umber
The soil is mineral, the sky is dark grey
Blood seeps through the valley, and down falls the day
I pierce right through you, down to your death
No dreams to be dreamt of, no love to have left