[Lyric] The Mare (Wolftooth)

Slipping through the dead of night
They delve into your dreams
Oppression of the vile kind
They feed upon your screams
Souls that wander in the dark
They sit upon your chest
Evoking thought and creating
A sense of breathlessness

Beware the mare
The witches come night tide
Beware the mare
The demon horse you ride

Once they enter in your mind
They takе all of control
Fear and pain and agony
Unconscious mind they stroll
Turning form into the bеasts
They owe it to the caul
Hover over victims heads
Confusion overall
Beware the mare
The witches come night tide
Beware the mare
The demon horse you ride

Drifting through the night
The mare's taking flight
Body leaving soul
Born into the caul

Drifting through the night
The mare's taking flight
Body leaving soul
Born into the caul

They come into the night to take over your dreams
Their souls are wandering for someone while they sleep
They are the creator of visions in your mind
The night hag is a mare of the demon kind