Spectres - Avantasia

Through the shimmer of this cold alley paving

See the moonshine painting the ground

Cobble stones keeping tales that remain untold

More than ages old

Brewing mist like a shroud on the damp floor

Hear it whisper lucidity away

Ornate cold is the king of these streets tonight

The void takes hold

Make haste as the wind’s getting colder

It’s chasing the dreamer away…

Wide open minds will divine without reason

Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale

Wide open eyes

A spectre is breezing through a moonlit sky

See them guises on he prowl, what a show

Feel them shadows drag you into a nightmare

To the melody of which you don’t know

If it’s really there

Dance in the gloom, dance in the gloom

Every move is a step to your tomb

We’re the machine that’s gonna make you dream

Phantasmagoria

Time flies from the space of an hour

Telling tales in the poorhouse they say…

Wide open minds will divine without reason

Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale

Wide open eyes

A spectre is breezing through a moonlit sky

Wide open minds will divine without reason

Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale

Wide open minds and a spectre is breezing

Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale

Wide open minds — once upon a moonlit night…