Used Dreams letra

Used Dreams


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

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

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 wind… no stars… no night…

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 wind… no stars… no night…

Decree - Letras

• Crushed
• Downward
• Fire Of Judgement
• Fire Of Offering
• Moment Of Silence
• Never Nearer
• Severed
• Shallow Breath
• Talons Grasp
• The Last Day
• Used Dreams
• Violent Reckoning