Lyrics Generation Of Ghosts - Mouth Of The Architect, Chris Common

Generation Of Ghosts

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