Every night I was dreaming about a witch,
she was pushing me under, somewhere ˜till beneath.
Every night I was dreaming about my grace,
she was pushing me under, somewhere ˜till beneath.
Every night I was dreaming about a witch,
she was pushing me under, somewhere ˜till beneath.
Every night I was dreaming about my grace,
she was pushing me under, somewhere ˜till beneath.

OH I..Will fill up the sun with water of cold oceans, Where sharks are swimming free...It's about golden dreams...Where all we are dying free.In cold ocean. Die.

Every night I was dreaming about a cult
it was pushing me under, somewhere ˜till beneath.
Every night I was dreaming about a place
There is a temple united with my dreams.

OH I..Will fill up the sun with water of cold oceans,Where sharks are swimming free...It's about golden dreams...Where all we are dying free.In cold ocean. Die.

In cold ocean, In cold ocean...

I, I was there, I, I was there.

Enter the cult, this is the answer.