Throne Of Chaos

Freak midnight hour, clock strikes nearly twelve
I beare no hope inside this barren mind which aches
As it can't get no sleep
Eyes closed I reach for a dream,
But something bulls me back
In pressure one can't rest
And there still are enemies to resist
In every corner voices, whispers, haunting screams
And pale despair
Inside this head, there's a war that awakes
As the rest of the world exhausts
This night will bring no change