The Power of Bombos

A dark night
In a cold city
Hell in the air
Dreams have stopped and love is dead
Desperation
Nobody goes to sleep
Because everybody’s dreams were dead
Or frozen
Oh pray…
For your soul
Come
Come
All the people’s dreams were held prisoner
It is time for the fall from grace, the fall into fire
We must get down hard into our souls
Now purge
Oh, there ain’t no life nowhere
Hail the power of Bombos
Now… they can dream again
Dream again