Night falls... am I dreaming?
The fears are toying with my head
and I'm swept away by the wind
And I can't fight them anymore... anymore.

Frantically I run for my life. Oh, I'm faint with fear
Chase me down with your knife
and I don't want to die
Chase me down with your knife

Tears of pain and salt fall once again
Your twisted schemes scrape my mind with your hand
and I don't want to die
Chase me down with your knife

Sleep my little child and rest in me...

By Nathalia Aguiar