Mouth Of The Architect - Generation of Ghosts lyrics

Days left of fall, the dimming light falls Our fighting soldiers home to rest. And shadows watching out, To wage a raging war. A victory for all I see. Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. A history of dreams collide. You can see it on their faces, Smell it on their lips, A generation of ghosts, Lost and weak. Fade away. What little of love left within me, Has been bled dry... and buried. Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. A history of dreams collide. A fallen friend then speaks, A wasted round of dreams, A history of dreams collide. I will sing with the end of all things.