In my country, the children are born with nine lives And they choose the eight weakest to sacrifice. Welcome to the battleground of Dreams Forsaken. Tell me is it greed, if all of us Should awaken? But I have a secret in the back of my caravan Grant me a chance to cross the borderland. What can I give you, beautiful man, To be my protector, and count as my friend? I can see by your eyes, you're the child of the Rose. Even here, in disguise, you're the child of the Rose. So flee through the night, and my heart will never know That in your sleep You kept them both alive. Welcome to the battleground of Dreams Forsaken. Tell me is it greed, if all of us Should awaken? Fresh from the land of Make Believe, How could you bear To decide Which hopes to take along And which to leave behind? Welcome to the battleground of Dreams Forsaken. Tell me is it greed, if all of us Should awaken? One in a million Children Will pray for an enormous world they can Hide in, And never be found. And it's tragic, In a shrinking world, Where the Strange have to strive To be less than visible, If they want To survive (But we survive) And so below another sky I reach for Them with all my might One of silver, one of steel And both of them wish to be real.