[00:00]Once there were trees full of birds,
[00:09]Meadowlands vibrant with flowers;
[00:16]Carefree the songs our children once sang
[00:24]Gilding our minutes and hours.
[00:32]Clouds came and covered the sun,
[00:40]The breath of the baleful unease
[00:48]Turning to ashes flowers in their fields,
[00:56]Silenced the birds in their trees.
[01:04]Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
[01:12]Imprisoned in twisting spells -
[01:18]Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[01:27]That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[02:16]Strive till the phantoms are broken,
[02:24]Fight till the battle is done;
[02:32]The squadrons of night can't conquer the day,
[02:40]Nor shadows extinguish the sun.
[02:48]Stories of danger, fearless attack,
[02:56]Specters of plague and pain.
[03:00]All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;
[03:11]And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
[03:23]For tho the storms are over and past,
[03:31]Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
[03:39]Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn,
[03:50]Here to mourn.
[03:55]The night has left us crippled with grief
[04:03]As we strive to keep alive our belief,
[04:11]But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn.
[04:28]Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
[04:36]Imprisoned in twisting spells -
[04:42]Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[04:51]That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[05:01]Stories of danger, fearless attack,
[05:08]Specters of plague and pain.
[05:14]All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back;
[05:23]Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?