Ashes of dreams

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 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 he 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 tho the storms are over and past
Though the thunder's rage is quieted at last
Well 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 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 ourselves?

Stories of danger, fearless attack
Specters of plague and pain
All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back
Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?