Generation Of Ghosts - Mouth Of The Architect, Chris Common

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