There are few who fight me, for fear I will surpass them,
For my nightmares are known far and wide,
When it comes to screams during a moonless night,
I scare without ever even trying.
With the slightest little effort of my darkened sand,
I have seen children scream from underneath,
With the wave of my hand, and a horrifying dream,
I have swept the very innocent off their feet.
Yet year after year, it's the same feel,
And I grow so bored with the sound of screams,
And I, Pitch, the Nightmare King,
Have grown so tired of always fighting.
Oh, somehow I long for your coldness,
A freezing bliss I began to know,
You're out there yes, far at the north pole,
To be with you is now my goal.
I'm an expert at terror, and a figure of fear,
And I'll scare you right off your bed,
To Toothiana and Bunny , I'm Mister Unlucky,
And I'm known throughout the children of the world.
A shadow king I am, If you win I'll be damned,
To beat me at my own game,
No spirit nor man can do what I can,
With the horror of my nightmares.
But who here could ever understand,
That the Nightmare King with the sadden grin,
Would stop with the fear, end all the nightmares,
He'd do for Him if he only dared.
Oh, there's an empty place in my soul,
This immortal life has become so dull,
Being all alone year after year,
If only Jack could see my tears.