Now I stand here alone watching over shadows on this field of death I slowly raise my head I can't escape or deny the pain I carry inside But I will
Beyond the doors of the living where imagination fades The eyes of ancient ages are gazing over a crimson shade [Pre Chorus] The future unfolds with
be free [Chorus] They lie dead and dreaming at this fallen site, waiting for their soon coming reign When their slaves start dreaming, and the stars
When the morning has broken can you see the great open sky, or are you afraid to enter life? From your world's obligations I have struggled to get away
solve it all [Chorus] Somewhere I went astray in labyrinths of my soul I try to find my way walking along endless roads of loneliness The eyes of the
Jaws of devastation breathing fire in my face Words of oppression bite me with disgust Eyes of condemnation piercing my forsaken soul Another sacrifice
in hand I await the northern lights Borne on the wings of fate they'll come to grant my final ride [Chorus] To the land of the glorious dead, up high
Anywhere where the word is told speculations steal the show It?s a never ending ignorance Any rumour they believe Any secret they reveal They are blinded
I see a face in the mirror with weary eyes and far from a smile Who is he? Where is he going? Is he a man or is he a child? [Pre Chorus] What's the
In the forest of silver and haze where the children of yesterday play We sail away on a river of dreams bound to carry the night side by side No tomorrow
... THE KING'S DREAM: By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a dream
vales of Hyperborea... [The King's Dream:] By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a dream
swathed vales of Hyperborea... The King's Dream: By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a dream
My sister did the talking and I looked down And tapped my foot and sort of twisted on one heel. Madame pointed to corner And twisted her shawl, Uncovered a dusty old crystal
burial restricts your view I'll bring the city here to you I'll pack the river and the clock Wrap it into a picnic box With golden bows And crystal mugs
purse. My sister did the talking and I looked down and tapped my foot and sort of twisted on one heel. Madame pointed to corner And twisted her shawl, Uncovered a dusty old crystal
