Giving up the Ghost

This soft quiet land
All light will fade away
So weak
In the hands of an idol so frail
All is a dream
He promised me
Through letters of remorse
Under the oak tree
Left alone
Giving me a reason to believe

"To end is to start
To surrender is to know
Despair, depression
Together they grow"

Forever we atone
This soft quiet land
All light is fading
In the hands of an idol
So frail and feeble
All is a dream
He promised me
Through letters of remorse
Under the oak tree

"For all the truth, all creation
All secrets of yore
Can be told in an instant
By then, they're no more"

We die with our faith
Hope shall meet loneliness
When there's nowhere left to roam
Give up the ghost
Forlorn hands will carry us