When the sun shines bright, and your pride blinds all within, hold fast to yourself, lest The Dread comes creeping in.

When the fire burns down, and the wind begins to moan, hold fast to yourself, lest The Dread comes seeping in.

Hold fast…
Hold fast…
The Dread is creeping in…
Hold fast my little heart…
Lest you let The Dread begin.

When the scales start to tip and the walls are closing in, hold fast to yourself, lest The Dread take hold within.
Hold fast…