Now I lay me down to sleep

Vaporize into mist under my sword

I slay the demons of silver and gold.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

In the Dreamscape it is dark and cold.

An angel of terror beats its wings.

Iron feathers cut through night.

And if I die before I wake

My guardian of eyes faith and might.

A demon digs claws in my side.

I pray the Lord my soul to take