Album: That Within Blood Ill-tempered

Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams

without pretension.
with a sweet chill down my spine...

for a time the clouds lift, and what i have resigned to thinking barren
does bear fruit.

if i am to die - if i must die,
i must inspire while i live,
alongside the dreamers.

let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams

i surrender all. all i have to give:

those who have survived lifes thorns
and provided escape.
to those, whose creations live forever.
to those that wrote the words,
though my knees become weak,
i will cause my foot another step.
to carry the task.
and to those that understood

there is a need for faith
and a need for hope

let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams

as with the brightest and the wisest,
i know the need of faith, hope, and dreams.

i burn for vision and inspiration, for this is life.

if perchance i am dreaming,
please, let me sleep.

to spend my time in great atlantis,
in search of camelot.
i drink from the grail, and war with the immortals,
rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle.

amidst the remnants of once
mighty colossus,
comes this call:
where are the builders?

i clearly see the slayers, and the hope they destroy.
i clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired.

where are the builders?

if i am to die - if i must die,
i must inspire while i live,
alongside the dreamers.