Bring me your dreams of glass,
Dreamer, I’ll turn ‘em into gold
Never again shall your face be seen
Sinner, in any piece they hold
Though your loss be written in silence,
Victory shall be spoken in whispers
Your indulgence be marked with resilience,
Albeit, your love may betray all spurs
Bring me your dreams of glass,
Dreamer, I’ll turn ‘em into gold
Never again shall their faces be seen
Saint, to whom the pieces are sold
But there might come a day when
Mortals might wonder and fret
What would make of the grandeur then
Were they to rather reason and threat?
Time and again, the moment came,
And yet here I stand, I set them free.
Drenched in blood, cursing god’s game
Little do they know, I am Him and He is Me.
Dreamer, I’ll turn ‘em into gold
Never again shall your face be seen
Sinner, in any piece they hold
Though your loss be written in silence,
Victory shall be spoken in whispers
Your indulgence be marked with resilience,
Albeit, your love may betray all spurs
Bring me your dreams of glass,
Dreamer, I’ll turn ‘em into gold
Never again shall their faces be seen
Saint, to whom the pieces are sold
But there might come a day when
Mortals might wonder and fret
What would make of the grandeur then
Were they to rather reason and threat?
Time and again, the moment came,
And yet here I stand, I set them free.
Drenched in blood, cursing god’s game
Little do they know, I am Him and He is Me.
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