Ashes of Dreams (New)
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โฑ๏ธ 6:18 duration
๐ ID: 2607015
๐ Lyrics
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 the sun
Stories of danger, fearless attack
Spectres 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
Tho 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
Spectres of plague and pain
All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back
Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?
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 the sun
Stories of danger, fearless attack
Spectres 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
Tho 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
Spectres of plague and pain
All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back
Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.62] Once there were trees full of birds
[00:06.59] Meadowlands vibrant with flowers
[00:14.57] Carefree the songs our children once sang
[00:23.65] Gilding our minutes and hours
[00:30.84] Clouds came and covered the sun
[00:38.42] The breath of the baleful unease
[00:46.85] Turning to ashes flowers in their fields
[00:55.90] Silenced the birds in their trees
[01:03.88] Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
[01:11.26] Imprisoned in twisting spells
[01:18.08] Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[01:27.24] That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[01:40.47]
[02:15.69] Strive 'till the phantoms are broken
[02:22.43] Fight 'till the battle is done
[02:30.25] The squadrons of night can't conquer the day
[02:39.46] Nor shadows extinguish the sun
[02:46.81] Stories of danger, fearless attack
[02:55.65] Spectres of plague and pain
[03:02.25] All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back
[03:11.43] And we'll be haunted again, haunted again
[03:23.39] For tho the storms are over and past
[03:31.34] Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
[03:38.99] Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn
[03:50.62] Here to mourn
[03:55.04] The night has left us crippled with grief
[04:03.18] As we strive to keep alive our belief
[04:11.46] But a loss so great
[04:17.53] It clouds all our hopes for the dawn
[04:27.93] Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
[04:35.28] Imprisoned in twisting spells
[04:41.85] Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[04:51.25] That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[05:00.37] Stories of danger, fearless attack
[05:07.22] Spectres of plague and pain
[05:13.41] All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back
[05:23.21] Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?
[05:39.34]
[00:06.59] Meadowlands vibrant with flowers
[00:14.57] Carefree the songs our children once sang
[00:23.65] Gilding our minutes and hours
[00:30.84] Clouds came and covered the sun
[00:38.42] The breath of the baleful unease
[00:46.85] Turning to ashes flowers in their fields
[00:55.90] Silenced the birds in their trees
[01:03.88] Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
[01:11.26] Imprisoned in twisting spells
[01:18.08] Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[01:27.24] That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[01:40.47]
[02:15.69] Strive 'till the phantoms are broken
[02:22.43] Fight 'till the battle is done
[02:30.25] The squadrons of night can't conquer the day
[02:39.46] Nor shadows extinguish the sun
[02:46.81] Stories of danger, fearless attack
[02:55.65] Spectres of plague and pain
[03:02.25] All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back
[03:11.43] And we'll be haunted again, haunted again
[03:23.39] For tho the storms are over and past
[03:31.34] Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
[03:38.99] Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn
[03:50.62] Here to mourn
[03:55.04] The night has left us crippled with grief
[04:03.18] As we strive to keep alive our belief
[04:11.46] But a loss so great
[04:17.53] It clouds all our hopes for the dawn
[04:27.93] Hidden so deep in veils of deceit
[04:35.28] Imprisoned in twisting spells
[04:41.85] Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
[04:51.25] That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[05:00.37] Stories of danger, fearless attack
[05:07.22] Spectres of plague and pain
[05:13.41] All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back
[05:23.21] Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?
[05:39.34]