Trying to sleep at 11 o' clock
I hear a scratch on the floor
Soon then I see at the foot of my bed
A figure of black moving forward
Don't be afraid, I'm an angel of swords
I'll tell you my secrets, I'll tell you my cures
You'll always feel happy, and never forlorn
Just give me your questions, and you will be assured

Oh tell me dark creature, is there a Lord?
I'm dying to know so my faith is restored
God is dead, but demons are real
We see when you're sleeping, we know how you feel
So tell me, my child, now that it's revealed
Do you wanna stay pure or release your evil?