The Host of Nightmares

Oh mighty old one please hear my prayers For I offer nothing but a life of servitude Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! Plant your eyes into my mind Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! cleanse me of my beastly soul I wish to remain only but a host within the world of neverending nightmares I refuse to wake from this very dream for now I feel the dream and I are one a host of the nightmare I feel now I am please don't let me wake i wish not to leave Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! Plant your eyes into my mind Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! cleanse me of my beastly soul Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! Plant your eyes into my mind Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes! cleanse me of my beastly soul