Decree - Used Dreams lyrics
Used Dreams A holocaust will come That you couldnt 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 battles crimson wave a forest of stars No wind no stars no night