Those We Don't Speak Of کے بول

They come at night Brush gently by And while you sleep Your dreams they weave Those we don't speak of They'll find the souls Of both young and old And fears you kept They'll serve you cold Those we don't speak of They'll lead you through your childhood scenes Untimely falls of hearts pristine And more they stab at your core You run, you run until you bleed You try to hide but onto you they keep Until you burn They return Those we don't speak of And finally As dawn pours in They let you step Across the morning's sill But oh, come night Your dreams they find Those we don't speak of