The eyes of a scared child,
are just a perfect flame,
'cause he can't fight with hands,
but just with fantasy,
angels with broken wings,
will take him from his room,
and with a magic spell,
they could save from death,
I'm writing a tale,
melting heaven and hell,
Reality and Dream,
are just two faces of a veil,
We are the children of tomorrow,
we are lost into the night,
tears turn into firetide...
knights without heart are coming from hell,
killing metropolis' sons,
the sacred shiver will divert their brains,
surrounded by vision of dew
We are the children of tomorrow,
we are lost into the night,
tears turn into firetide...
