| There's no actual story behind this one. 'The Garden of the Night' is something that just popped into my head one day while I was trying to explain one of my dreams to my mother. I was trying to describe the messed up maze in my head that seems to unlock everytime I drift off. Let's loose dreams, oddities, nightmares... Garden of the Night *is* my mind in it's sleep mode. |
| Within the darkest recesses of the mind My dreams are stored away When night comes in and the two combine See things I could not in the light of day Moving through the forrest of thoughts Every corner holds my greatest fantasies This is where the wild ones fought Shedding blood until one falls to his knees This is where my lover waits Opening his arms to welcome me in Together we are caught and face our fates Delivering punishments for my sins This is where the monster roams Crashing through walls in search of it's prey No one knows who will be delivered into drool and foam It might be me this day This is where the band plays Drilling out chords and notes that power into my soul Each song makes a way in deep and stays Let them help to lose control This is where the open skies stretch Giving room to spread my wings Winds whip around me and I reach to catch Soar through my heart, in my blood freedom sings This is where battles take place Where fantasies take flight Music flows with hidden grace In the garden of the night |
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