Life is but a sad dream
Death is but a mad nightmare
No life is as it may seem
Nothing can we bear
Spirits of death and hatred
Life of happiness and sadness
Light is a way they tread
They walk the path of darkness
I see no future
I see no harmony
They are not sure
What they know is true, in this world of somebody
I sleep
I wake
They weep
They take
What is this life?
What is this hope?
Dreams taken by false hope and the knife
While I take up the sword and fight for strength and hope
I don't see an end
To this light that won't bend
And this peace we know, why does it seem fake?
For all the power we take.
Is power good?
Is power bad?
Or are we taking up the sword for bloodshed on this wood?
And do we take up arms and kill to make others sad?
War is upon us
And those who've never felt pain
And while we fuss
Blood holds a scar on this stain
Is there hope?
Is there peace?
Is there a rope?
To save us from this of crying, and false peace?
This blood-red water of tears,
That once was pure
Is now tainted with fears,
And now they cry in this chain of sorrow, and not sure
About our future