Quiteus - Fates Warning

From sleeping visions

Daily were torn

In waking hours

Hopes our forlorn

Is all we do and all we dream

Doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?

Wishing life were made of lasting visions

In eternal sleep

And if that rest were filled with sorrow

Still we’d sleep

In the madness of a silent eternity

We’d find solace in

False visions that protect us

From reality

Enter ivory gates through midnight skies

Daylight dreamers in private parades

Perform before perpetual dawn

As dusk engulfs the gate of horn

Ivory towers appear beyond the gate

Invisible fortresses of escape

Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears

Impervious to reality