Text for song:
Used Dreams
Band/Artist: Decree
Album: Moment Of Silence
A holocaust will come
That you couldn’t
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams…
What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds…
Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping
No wind… no stars… no night…
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle’s crimson wave – a forest of stars
No wind… no stars… no night…
That you couldn’t
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams…
What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds…
Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping
No wind… no stars… no night…
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle’s crimson wave – a forest of stars
No wind… no stars… no night…
We accept: 
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