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 (? this line is like, weird sounding. Help?) 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?