Crawling in the night, The Young Boy has become the pale one I had made you a dreaming child with stories so you would suffer none Yet growing hurts And fills the spirit with desperation Inside you've lost your will and chosen to dwell In damnation ♪ We can make peace and start again Erasure of the past, The Young Boy has become a new child Someone made him blind And the stories I've told cannot reach his mind Yet I once lead and filled the spirit with the pure compassion Besides I'd wiped out clean the anguish and pain with ambition Release him, it is Lethean speaking You can't give any salvation with dreams And by growing And thriving comes with straight Reality ♪ So be it Stories Clashing Into oblivion ♪ Two pairs of shaded eyes Staring down Above me I only recall A kind voice whispering to me But now, it's far away I feel