At War with Reality

A howling wind of nightmares

Howling through barren streets

Frozen in time

The city woke up, paralyzed

Where is the splendor?

All our ambitions decay

Among the ruins

Covered forever in dust

War

The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality

Where is the hunger?

With eyes of sadness it stares

The air it hangs dying

Dressed in the nightmares of old

Abandoned in panic, fortifications decayed

From our own indulgence, the golden age dead

War

The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality