This step away from paradise This falling into eternity This is a step without intention An absolution of identity
And this harvest moon Of blood dreams This sullen smoke gray wraith Amidst the blossoming of moments Permits a tiny act of faith
And a crown of stolen fire For the wages of our longing And the ashes of ideals Conceal the secrets of our dreaming
We enter into this life Blind shadows in our minds And the fear of the future bleeds out From the fear of what we have left behind A thousand nights spent In the confines of our flesh As we seek to curse or bless This existence and this emptiness Glass figures in our minds They parade through empty-time Grininng small mouths They will devour Every second and every hour Every moment we lay Parted from ourselves From this wilderness Beyond these walls…
And in the hidden fields we will find The truth that time has left behind And in the hidden fields we will see It was always you and me
And in the hidden fields we will find The inner fire of our minds And in the hidden fields we will see Our souls in eternity…