Letra da Música: Used Dreams - Decree

Used Dreams


A holocaust will come
That you couldn't
Have dreamed of
Having no dreamsÂ…

What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead cloudsÂ…

Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping

No windÂ… no starsÂ… no nightÂ…

The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle's crimson wave – a forest of stars

No windÂ… no starsÂ… no nightÂ…