Fading shimmers of an untainted spark of life
Dreaming soundly, dreading a damaged scythe
Happy children, holding a sinner's hand
Comes the sorrow, stopping the falling sand
They will come back in the morn
He may not accomplish his endeavor
Choosing those who've touched his horn
Taking all of them forever
Fading shimmers of an untainted spark of life
Dreaming soundly, dreading a damaged scythe
Happy children, holding a sinner's hand
Comes the sorrow, stopping the falling sand
They will come back in the morn
He may not accomplish his endeavor
Choosing those who've touched his horn
Taking all of them forever