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