Beyond the valley of the torn soldiers,
Crying loudly through blackened voices,
Rising up towards the sky,
Implementing their baleful crowns upon all,
They are the dead,
They are the living,
They are the ones that haunt us the most on those quiet and lonesome
nights,
Always listening and always watching,
Gracing their malevolence, corrupting us all,
Gracing their malevolence, wanting us to fall,
Torn embers through darkened calluses,
Twirling about in the dead of night,
Waiting and watching until they can take flight,
Never, oh never have they been so strong,
Corrosive faces shatter even the brightest of dreams,
However, those faces, we cannot distinguish,
Once they come, they will never leave,
Until we all begin to see,
Augmenting our vision, expanding our world,
Intensifying our souls,
Banding together once more, increasing our might,
Tonight it is our turn to take flight,
Traumatized wishes, morbid vows,
Are nothing more than lost reminiscences,
Opening, clearing, unfogging our minds,
Our once caustic mentality, and pain stricken heads,
No longer have bled,
For on this night, this enlightening night,
We combine to form that fatal light,
That fatal light that will deceive the few,
That fatal light that will emancipate us all,
For that is the night, that night with the fatal light,
Where we conquer all and return to serenity,
But, no, never will we ever be free of the draughts,
The mind will take over,
Some will weaken at its refinement,
Other's will pass the track and hold on to the light,
And that's when it will start again,
This is one person's plea,
One persons prayer that when you see that light,
That light that was once fatal on that dark night,
Clutch it tightly, and never let it go,
That is when the demon shall fall,
And our world will become ours again.
Crying loudly through blackened voices,
Rising up towards the sky,
Implementing their baleful crowns upon all,
They are the dead,
They are the living,
They are the ones that haunt us the most on those quiet and lonesome
nights,
Always listening and always watching,
Gracing their malevolence, corrupting us all,
Gracing their malevolence, wanting us to fall,
Torn embers through darkened calluses,
Twirling about in the dead of night,
Waiting and watching until they can take flight,
Never, oh never have they been so strong,
Corrosive faces shatter even the brightest of dreams,
However, those faces, we cannot distinguish,
Once they come, they will never leave,
Until we all begin to see,
Augmenting our vision, expanding our world,
Intensifying our souls,
Banding together once more, increasing our might,
Tonight it is our turn to take flight,
Traumatized wishes, morbid vows,
Are nothing more than lost reminiscences,
Opening, clearing, unfogging our minds,
Our once caustic mentality, and pain stricken heads,
No longer have bled,
For on this night, this enlightening night,
We combine to form that fatal light,
That fatal light that will deceive the few,
That fatal light that will emancipate us all,
For that is the night, that night with the fatal light,
Where we conquer all and return to serenity,
But, no, never will we ever be free of the draughts,
The mind will take over,
Some will weaken at its refinement,
Other's will pass the track and hold on to the light,
And that's when it will start again,
This is one person's plea,
One persons prayer that when you see that light,
That light that was once fatal on that dark night,
Clutch it tightly, and never let it go,
That is when the demon shall fall,
And our world will become ours again.