Chapter IX: Evil Dreams Run Deep

The Vision Bleak

Compositor: Markus Stock / Tobias Schönemann

In quest of a new home
Following God's road
With wishes and with prayers
With kettle and a goat

The wind, the wind
Howled in nightly gales
The wood, the wood
Haunted by weird tales

So dark, so grim, so cold
And the forest did lay in an unholy sleep
And so vile a venom old
Evil dreams run deep, evil dreams run deep

Enchanted thousandfold
And the trees did weep, the trees did weep
So dark, so grim, so cold
The evil dreams run deep, so deep

Between firs and moors
The promised clearing lay
But a darkness loomed
Out there even at bright day

The wind, the wind
Whispered in turmoil
The earth, the earth
Foul with hexed soil

So dark, so grim, so cold
And the forest did lay in an unholy sleep
And so vile a venom old
Evil dreams run deep, evil dreams run deep

Enchanted thousandfold
And the trees did weep, the trees did weep
So dark, so grim, so cold
The evil dreams run deep, so deep