Ashes of Dreams (Live)

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 a baleful unease

Turning to ashes flowers in their fields,

Silenced the birds in their 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,

Nor shadows extinguish the sun.

Stories of danger,fearless attack,

Spectres of plague and pain.

All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;

And we'll be hunted again,hunted again.

For tho the storms are over and past,

Tho the thunder's rage is quieted until the last

While this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn,

Here to mourn.

The night has left us crippled with grief

As we strive to keep alive our belief.

But a loss so great,it clouds all over 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,

Spectres of plague and pain.

All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back;

Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?