I see visions behind the window at nights
Of creatures and ghosts with the deathly cold sights.
The Raven who builds a bleak nest in my hair
Caws songs in my ear with the sorrowful stare...
The nightmares are growing and clasping my throat.
I'm scared of illusions my head has evoked!
I can't close my eyes and I'm tired to weep,
Attempting to guess if I die in my sleep.
Don't know if it's real or takes place in my mind:
Those phantoms and shadows. I wish to be blind,
Because with the Darkness I could become friends
Instead of the prey which It joyously rends.
The Raven’s voice sings me a lullaby of woe
That soothes my soul in its horrible throe,
And into the nothing till morning I’ll dive,
The grip of the night terrors if I survive.