Once there were trees full of birds Meadow lands 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 Silenced the birds in the trees
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit Imprisoned in twisting spells Are we the plaything of fiends Or merely the dreams That we're telling ourselves Telling ourselves
Strive till the phantoms are broken Fight till the battle is done The squadrons of night Can't conquer the day Though shadows extinguish the sun
Stories of danger, fearless attack Specters of plague and pain All of these ghosts of our old delusions come back And we'll be haunted again Haunted again
For though the storms are over and past Though the thunder's rage is quieted at last While this night has laid me down in the rags Here to mourn Here to mourn
The night has left this ten-folded grief As we strive to keep The life of belief But a loss so great It clouds all our hopes For the dawn
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit Imprisoned in twisting spells Are we the plaything of fiends Or merely the dreams That we're telling ourselves Telling our
Stories of danger, fearless attack Specters of blade and pain All of these ghosts of our old delusions are back Have we been fighting in vain Fighting in vain