They Feed On Our Fear

Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forest
In the shadows that falls from the trees
Deep in the black lake, don't dare to go near
Don't you dare to go near.

Behind the door to the closet
Reflections in the mirror, every sound
You hear at night, if you look outside
You'll see their pounding eyes.

You'll see their eyes as light that glows
In the night, hiding under your bed
They feed on our fear!

Created in our dreams
At night when we are asleep
Where all the creatures of the
Underworld lives.

Never out in the light!
Afraid to die in the morning light
To dust they crumble if they're
Touched by the daylight.

She has always been there since
The first tall tale was told by the fire
To their children before they tuck
Them into bed at night.

Tale of a Dream weaver
Stories about a beautiful siren with
A song that fools every man to follow.

She lives deep in the lake
Raving along in the full moons light
Watching her children play
Fooling around in the dead of night.

Be home by dawn!
Walk in the obscure
In the silence of the night
Don't wake the sleeping child.

A window of glory light
From deep within our dream.

From dusk till dawn
We can hear them ponder
In the night they come
From deep within.

Frozen to stone while asleep at night
The night awakens our fear but were
Always saved by the morning light
They feed on our fear!

I have seen their eyes as
Lights that glows in the night
Hiding under my bed
Dream weaver!