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There was a time when I was young,

a boy with bold ambitions.

There was a time when I could tell

the crooked from the wicked one.

There was a song that someone

sung, a hint of recognition.

There was a time I knew you well

enough to know you won't be gone.

Come with me tonight,

tell me how it feels to be alive.

There was a time I had respect,

a name of reputation.

There was a time when I could watch

myself without being disgraced.

Come with me tonight,

let us find a place where we can hide.

Come into the night,

let me show you how we stay alive.

"The word "incubus" means "to lie on",

and it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed,

such as a weight pressing down on your chest

especially accompanied by nightmares, was a

sure sign that an incubus had attempted to have

a nocturnal intercourse with you.

Given the religious fervor of the middle ages

it is not altogether surprising that the idea of a demon lover, was believed to account of this phenomenon.