A figure wreathed in flame appears
Gathering to him all your fears
Seeming not to touch the ground
Never making a single sound
You think he's here to seal your death
Darkness stealing every breath
You feel his cold and clammy touch
He says to you "I remember much"
Your life flashes before your eyes
Then your little sister crys
You wake up from your bad dreams
And hope it's much less than it seems