Songtext von Disturbed Nights

Dry trees, tortured by the sands of ancient times, Now no more than a gleam of life keeps them up. Until where the sutle light of his gas lamp could reach, That was what his eyes insists to see. And followed him, A strange feeling That he had already Trailed that dark road. In spite of never Had put his feet in The Land of the Deads. He goes on In shorts steps, The darkness of that valley Amplified each noise, Each step on the wet leaves, Now resounded Like the hammer hitting The boiling anvil. Bridge He didn't look back Afraid of what could be seen He continue ahead (just) Because he don't know the way back. Chorus Is this a nigthmare or a sign? This nightmare torment him every night A trick of the Unknown or the truth? Frightened by that bitter sight Suddenly, further on Two red points scintillated (By) the light of the old lamp, Something right ahead, Dressed in darkness, Hiding between the trees