Once there were trees full of birds
Meadowlands vibrant with flowers
Carefree the songs our children once sang
Gilding our minutes and hours
Clouds came and covered the sun
The breath of the baleful unease
Turning to ashes flowers in the fields
Silence the birds in the trees
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
Imprisoned in twisting spells
Are we the plaything of (fiends) ?
Or merely their dreams
That we're telling ourselves
Telling ourselves ?
Strive 'til the phantoms are broken
Fight 'til the battle is done
The squadrons of night
Can't conquer the day
The shadows extinguish the sun
Stories of danger
Fearless attack
Specters of plague and pain
All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back
And we'll be haunted again
Haunted again
For though the storms are over and past
Though the thunders' rage
Is quieted at last
Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags
Here tonight
Here tonight
The night has left this ten-folded grief
As we strive to keep the light I believe
That a loss so great
It clouds all our hopes for the day.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
Imprisoned in twisting spells.
Are we the playthings of fiends ?
Or merely their dreams
That we're
Telling ourselves ?
Telling our
Stories of danger
Fearless attack
Specters of plague and pain
All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back
Have we been fighting in vain ?
Fighting in vain ?
