Whisperio – Nightmare in the Waking State | '80s Analog Gothic Synthwave

Whisperio – Nightmare in the Waking State | '80s Analog Gothic Synthwave [Verse 1] "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." The dark unveiled its secrets in the name of Hell, With nothing to give but fire and a tale to tell. Little ones, sleep tight — she’s watching over you. You’ll know her crooked grin, like déjà vu. Giving flesh to something cruel... The burning devoured the flesh, Revealing the darkness beneath. The layers of skin peeled back — And deathless wrath was unleashed. What do you dream of, When nights are humid, lights are dim? What do you see flickering, In the mist of dreams that smile so grim? [Chorus] Mare of the night, Terror stitched in green and red, Vivid parasomnia, Trapped between the void and dread. [Verse 2] "You’ll see me in each shadow of your life, Think you’re going insane while the reaping begins. Sowing breadcrumbs from the dark to the light, Fooling all your hope — dragged by the hooks of night." The past exhales a gruesome sigh... "Once bound in flesh, Now a spectre past all life, Flames freed me from my cage — Through death, I’ve grown more vile." What do you fear, When steel claws embrace your neck? What do you wish, When something breathes behind your back? [Chorus] Mare of the night, Terror wrapped in green and red, Vivid parasomnia, Where the restless souls are led. [Verse 3] We open portals, To walk between the worlds. We dream through doorways, Dark rituals of rebirth. Sleep paralysis — No chance to move or scream. The demon’s claws draw near — No line between the real and dream. You’re just one among many, The fear of dying carved into your face. The trapdoors open, and you fall — A fucking nightmare in the waking state. The whispering prayers of hate... The nights are humid, lights are dim, Caught in dreams that smile so damn grim. Steel claws dig into your neck, Haunting laughter breathes behind your back. [Chorus] Mare of the night, Terror stitched in green and red Vivid parasomnia, Trapped between the void and dread. Mare of the night, Terror wrapped in green and red, Vivid parasomnia, Where the restless souls are led. "Now I rise, no light to see, The Lord has turned His face from me. In silent tombs, the angels weep, For souls like mine they cannot keep." 🔊Credits🔊 Music by the Whisperio Collective Lyrics, Concepts and programming by Matthi Willows Vocals, Artwork Design and Concept by Abra Stone WhisperÆon Choir: Abra Stone Ben Mears Carietta White Chris Hargensen Henry Bowers Jerry Bellwood Susan Norton Tommy Ross Mixed and Mastered at Whisperio Studios 2026 ---- Headphones recommended. Let the album play from beginning to end. Thank you for listening. A like or comment helps the project more than you might think. 💿 Artist: Whisperio 🌬️ Album: Death Pop 🎧 Genre: '80s Analog Gothic Synthwave 📆 Release: 2026 📸 Instagram: www.instagram.com/whisperio_whispergram #Whisperio #NightmareInTheWakingState #DeathPop #GothicSynthwave #Synthwave #Darkwave #GothicMusic #AnalogSynth #80sSynthwave #DarkSynthwave #MelancholicMusic #EtherealVocals #IndependentMusic #NewMusic2026 #AbraStone