(Composição: Michael Romeo, Russell Allen, Thomas Miller) It's all perpetual dreams, this hidden life ain't what it seems Walking dead we are Victims of misfortune and lies, and tortured bringers of demise Circling above like vultures They reap the harvest that we sew and take, like trusting fools Promising charade All the days now disappear from weeks to months, from months to years Forever bound, shackled to the wall The night falls, I've seen 1000 moons rising in the sky The night calls, I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes Touched by the kiss of the sunrise Live with shadows and fears--behind smoke and mirrors Try to turn back the years--living inside smoke and mirrors Sacred and serpentine, a hypnotizing twisted theme Weaves our souls to soar Like candles in the wind, our echoed cries above the din Fade into this faceless sculpture In the wheel of chance and fate, spinning as we watch and wait A mystery to us all On the edge of sanity, we tread the seas of destiny Forever bound, silent voices call The night falls, I've seen 1000 moons rising in the sky The night calls, I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes Touched by the kiss of the sunrise Live with shadows and fears--behind smoke and mirrors Try to turn back the years--living inside smoke and mirrors Live with shadows and fears--behind smoke and mirrors Try to turn back the years--living inside smoke and mirrors Ohh... the night calls
