CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Ashes of Dreams - Weiss Edition Arrangement
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 a 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 drеams
That we're telling oursеlves, 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 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
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 our
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 a 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 drеams
That we're telling oursеlves, 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 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
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 our
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?
