Transylvanian Transmissions, Pt. 1

I was waiting for you Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment Your eyes Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment Your eyes This idea is sufficiently plausible in an attempt to account For the phenomenon the sickness and the sentence of blood I could no longer struggle every moment threatened to be the last There was pain, dizziness and profuse bleeding at the pores How is this possible? The transmission was transfusing In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect A vibration in the flesh, creeping, incoherent Bearin' no mark of a human hand The vision comes and goes But tonight I saw very clearly The vision comes and goes But tonight I saw a very clearly Very deeply.