Hush now, hide, all you little ones;
Rush now, into the middle of nowhere;
Singing and laughter will die.

Dreamless sleep, follows the Nowhere King.
When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh.

Quiet, crawl to the in-between;
Silent, secretive feeling
Of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies.

You will bring joy to the Nowhere King
When he sees the light leaving your eyes.