Childhood by The Dark Horde Lyrics
Time is short now, I sense them drawing close
Whilst blood still flows through these shaking hands
I will tell you of them, in the hope that someone hears these words
And knows of what is to inevitably come
I know not how to stop the Dark Horde
Or how to stop the events I have set into motion
But I doubt it makes any difference…
Mankind is doomed anyway
It wasn’t always like this. Once I enjoyed a happy life too…
Once I had a life
My early childhood to the outsider seemed like any other:
A child full of energy, confidence and wonder
Then, when I was only seven, came the visions
They were infrequent at first, like intermittent thunder before the storm
By the time I was eight they were coming to me
Not only every night, but every hour of every waking day
Every child fears the dark, but who’s to believe
That a child’s nightmares could possibly be real?
“Henry, your father and I are really worried about you lately. You seem so upset. What’s wrong?”
“It’s the nightmares again… I can’t stop them and I know they’re real!”
“Oh Henry, my poor little boy! It’s all in your mind. It’s your imagination. They’re just bad dreams, can’t you see that? They can’t hurt you, they’re not real.”
“But it’s not in all my mind! I don’t know where the dreams come from!”
“Henry!”
“They talk in a strange language and tell me what’s gunna happen!”
“Henry! I’ve had enough of this nonsense! I’m taking you to the doctor. This has got to stop!”
“It isn’t like any other dream! You don’t understand!”
“Henry!”
“You don’t understand! Every day and night I hear them! I see them! I smell them! They won’t leave!”
Whilst blood still flows through these shaking hands
I will tell you of them, in the hope that someone hears these words
And knows of what is to inevitably come
I know not how to stop the Dark Horde
Or how to stop the events I have set into motion
But I doubt it makes any difference…
Mankind is doomed anyway
It wasn’t always like this. Once I enjoyed a happy life too…
Once I had a life
My early childhood to the outsider seemed like any other:
A child full of energy, confidence and wonder
Then, when I was only seven, came the visions
They were infrequent at first, like intermittent thunder before the storm
By the time I was eight they were coming to me
Not only every night, but every hour of every waking day
Every child fears the dark, but who’s to believe
That a child’s nightmares could possibly be real?
“Henry, your father and I are really worried about you lately. You seem so upset. What’s wrong?”
“It’s the nightmares again… I can’t stop them and I know they’re real!”
“Oh Henry, my poor little boy! It’s all in your mind. It’s your imagination. They’re just bad dreams, can’t you see that? They can’t hurt you, they’re not real.”
“But it’s not in all my mind! I don’t know where the dreams come from!”
“Henry!”
“They talk in a strange language and tell me what’s gunna happen!”
“Henry! I’ve had enough of this nonsense! I’m taking you to the doctor. This has got to stop!”
“It isn’t like any other dream! You don’t understand!”
“Henry!”
“You don’t understand! Every day and night I hear them! I see them! I smell them! They won’t leave!”