Every night you frightened up
Bathed in perspiration – you stood in your bed
And attempted to remember –
At your dream of terror
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS –
The hour of horror
Already now you have fear,
When you fall into sleep
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS
One night the mutants thrashed down again –
Harder than ever before – you can't move around
And died misery in your fright
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS
Shivering fit – agony – grinding flesh in your hand
Nightmare masks of death – their looks gore you
SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS

[Eisen 2/88]