Nightmares are on the run.
Dying now wasn't my plan.
I have nine nights to wish upon,
and nine stars to count in my glance.

My first night was completely fine,
second night is totally divine,
third night I saw one star fall down in my sight,
fourth night I look above and let my hand wish it can hold them tight.

Nightmares are slowly fading,
screams turned into a phantasm.
Dreams are slowly caving in,
Tears turned into a beam.

My fifth night was peaceful,
sixth night every stars look so colorful,
seventh night I'm falling down with a star,
eighth night I fall and it gave me a tragic scar.

Nightmares are now competing in a run.
I have to die soon the way you plan.
I wish upon nine nights,
and count nine stars to gain my bright.

My ninth night are being conceited ,
screams of my nightmare remain undefeated,
tears of my blood is on my thread,
I'm lifeless and now I do feel I'm dead.