What are you listening to right now?

Now, listen, little children: I am the voice from the pillow, I have brought something for you, Torn from my own chest. Can I cover my eyes With this heart? I sing from night till dawn, And in the sky, with bright light, My heart burns! They come at night: Demons, ghosts, black fairies; They will climb into your basement, And peek under your blanket. Now, listen, little children: I am the voice from the pillow, I have brought something for you, And in the sky, with bright light, My heart burns! They come to you at night, They steal all your tears, They wait for the moon to awaken, And they squeeze them into my veins. Now, listen, little children: I am the voice from the pillow, I sing from night till dawn, And in the sky, with bright light, My heart burns! :cool: