[00:00.700]Once there were trees full of birds,
[00:09.700]Meadowlands vibrant with flowers;
[00:16.700]Carefree the songs our children once sang
[00:24.700]Gilding our minutes and hours.
[00:32.700]Clouds came and covered the sun,
[00:40.700]The breath of the baleful unease
[00:48.700]Turning to ashes flowers in their fields,
[00:56.700]Silenced the birds in their trees.
[01:04.700]Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
[01:12.700]Imprisoned in twisting spells -
[01:18.700]Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[01:27.700]That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[02:16.700]Strive till the phantoms are broken,
[02:24.700]Fight till the battle is done;
[02:32.700]The squadrons of night can't conquer the day,
[02:40.700]Nor shadows extinguish the sun.
[02:48.700]Stories of danger, fearless attack,
[02:56.700]Specters of plague and pain.
[03:00.700]All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;
[03:11.700]And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
[03:23.700]For tho the storms are over and past,
[03:31.700]Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
[03:39.700]Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn,
[03:50.700]Here to mourn.
[03:55.700]The night has left us crippled with grief
[04:03.700]As we strive to keep alive our belief,
[04:11.700]But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn.
[04:28.700]Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
[04:36.700]Imprisoned in twisting spells -
[04:42.700]Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[04:51.700]That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[05:01.700]Stories of danger, fearless attack,
[05:08.700]Specters of plague and pain.
[05:14.700]All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back;
[05:23.700]Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?