Mouth of The Architect

Generation Of Ghosts

Mouth of The Architect


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