Who hears the scream in the middle of the night?
Who bears the brunt of the burning fright?
Who wishes most to see the light
Of the mornings dawn on the horizon

Who else but a nightmare

Who has skin of pale cream and eyes that dream?
Who has laughter that ripples like a stream
Who has steps that always seem
To bring beauty where ever they go

Who else but an angel

Who screams in the night
When the person inside
Decides tonight is the night
To **** the light
Who hides her fright
Behind beauty bright
When the world decides
Tonight is the night
To take her light

Who else but a Nightmare Angel