Whispering Ibex Lyrics

Though I be tempted
By subtle mutterings under your breath
Forbearance is ever necessary
To withstand your sweet, succulent sacrilege

You are the unseen barrier between
Waking consciousness and the nightmares
Your persuasive mockery makes a fool out of me
and my perceived actuality

Do I dream as your visage draws nearer?
Do I wake as your horns dissipate into the air?

Concave eyed blood tipped horned being
Restless twilight molestations

Is it real, or but a dream?
Is it real? Is it really real?
Or but a dream?

Forbidden fruit temptations whispering
As indicated by hooves on the wooden floor
Whilst laying on the edge of sleep

Awake searching for a face in the darkness
Low light plays games with my tired eyes
Three and a half hours past midnight

His presence wears a mask in the darkness
Forked tongue playing games with my weary mind
So surreal, and ever human, the voice

Though I be tempted
By subtle mutterings under your breath
Forbearance is ever necessary
To withstand your sweet, succulent sacrilege
Was it real, or but a dream?