♫ Instrumental

[Verse 1]
Once there were trees full of birds
Meadowlands vibrant with flowers
Carefree the songs our children once sang
Gilding our minutes and hours

[Verse 2]
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?

[Verse 3]
For though 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

[Verse 4]
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?