The Vision Bleak - Chapter IX: Evil Dreams Run Deep

In quest of a new home,
following god's road.
With wishes and with prayers,
with kettle and a goat.

The wind, the wind
howled in nightly gales.
The wood, the wood
haunted by weird tales.

So dark, so grim, so cold,
and the forest did lay in an unholy sleep.
And so vile a venom old,
evil dreams run deep, evil dreams run deep.

Enchanted thousandfold,
and the trees did weep, the trees did weep.
So dark, so grim, so cold,
the evil dreams run deep, so deep.

Between firs and moors,
the promised clearing lay.
But a darkness loomed
out there even at bright day.

The wind, the wind
whispered in turmoil.
The earth, the earth
foul with hexed soil.

So dark, so grim, so cold,
and the forest did lay in an unholy sleep.
And so vile a venom old,
evil dreams run deep, evil dreams run deep.

Enchanted thousandfold,
and the trees did weep, the trees did weep.
So dark, so grim, so cold,
the evil dreams run deep, so deep.