I may sleep the whole night,

But my dreams are full of fright;

Only one can help my flight,

The Dream Master, Lord of Night.

He comes to me as I sleep,

Slowly moving to a creep;

Blood red and emerald green,

Claws of silver wit ha sheen.

Dirty brown hat upon his head,

His aim:  kill me in my bed;

My life is for the thrill,

His is for the hunt or kill.

Oh Dream Master, keeper of the night,

I call to you to make away my fright;

Bring sweet dreams to my bed,

Or one day I may wake up dead.

I sleep and dream at will,

Through me this man can kill;

With my power, a calling spell,

He can kill and send souls to Hell.

I am the doorway to his feast,

I alone must banish this beast;

Oh Dream Master, open your door,

So the man can die upon the floor.