Nero fiddles in blood stained toga
watching me run from giant ogre
as I'm caught this scene changes
as other horrors my mind arranges
with tooth and claw, demon rides my back
forcing me to some medieval rack
feel the coarse ropes my wrists bite
feet kicking, desperate for flight
swiftly I'm transported once again
across time to a darkened lane
still running as best I can
cannot think of any other plan
chased by ghouls, ghosts and more
in sea of faces appears him next door
legs not working, full of lead
cannot escape these living dead
finally collapsing, greet the ground
bays the thong, an evil sound
need to rise, yet not allowed
I lie before this vengeful crowd
before my blood their thirst they slake
shaking and soaked in sweat, I wake
But wait, all is not as it may seem
the nightmare, is beyond this silly dream
it's when about your parting as I cried
leaving me only emptiness by my side