In the garden of eldritch horrors, I lay dreaming

While my heartbeat ends its gallop

And at last with a stop, I awake screaming

A dark moon hangs in the sky beaming

Piercing my soul with bleakness from atop

In the garden of eldritch horrors, I lay dreaming

Each night I return to the place of horrors teeming

A dark viscous fluid drips from every crop

And at last with a stop, I awake screaming

The faint light cast by the dark moon is always gleaming

A silence so horrible you could hear blood drop

In the garden of eldritch horrors, I lay dreaming

What is there to gain from this place of ill-meaning

Where I lay every night defenseless as a broken prop

And at last with a stop, I awake screaming

The memories of these terrors never stop streaming

The sounds of bleeding plants, carried by every raindrop

In the garden of eldritch horrors, I lay dreaming

And at last with a stop, I awake screaming