Primordial soup
There is a boiling lake of pique
Under your scars
Warm little pond
The force that made you be
Spills in your heart

The nightmare trembles
Before its effect

Patience is a virtue
Merciful time will close deepest cuts
But the reason is blind
Old things undone
Thousands of eyes for an eye
Just get things right

The nightmare trembles
Before its effect

And even nightmare trembles
Before its effect
Cold daylight hunt
And all the things you've done