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 ?