Cassandra Syndrome

None But Shadows

Cassandra Syndrome


A thousand, thousand dreams are burning
Troubled sleepers restless turning
Fingers of a poison mist
Wrapping neck and leg and wrist
Insidious and oh, so still
Shadowmen set out to kill
Independent thoughts and dreams
No one hears the muffled screams

In our weakness and our dread
We hide our faces from the dead
In our weakness and our fear
None but shadows will dwell here

None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here

And falling, falling tumbled down
All our dreams begin to drown
Alexandria is lost
Weeping prophets know the cost
We did not fight, we did not learn
What we lose when our books burn
Wrapped in chains of hate and fear
None but shadows will dwell here

In our weakness and our dread
We hide our faces from the dead
In our weakness and our fear
None but shadows will dwell here

None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here
None but shadows will dwell here

Shadow, shadow on the moon
Tells us death is coming soon
Shadow, shadow on the sun
End of all the we've begun
Shadow, shadow in the night
Putting out what's left of light
Shadow, shadow on the moon
Tells us death is coming soon
Shadow, shadow on the sun
End of all the we've begun
Shadow, shadow in the night
Putting out what's left of light

From our weakness and our dread
All our hopes and dreams are dead
From our weakness and our fear
None but shadows now dwell here

None but shadows now dwell here
None but shadows now dwell here
None but shadows now dwell here
None but shadows now dwell here