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
