Adrenaline, what did you find
The fog of a nightmare dissipated
I wrote a sign to know that mind
The ghosts of a different dream are waiting
A different kind of kiss
The souls of a different mist are rolling
I've been inside the mist
The ghosts of another fist are calling
The troops are led, internal red
Despite of the oldest trumpet blaring
A world of hate can't penetrate
The crest of the different shield you're wearing
A different kind of fight
Keep those telephones a ringing
I've been inside, alright
The ghosts of a different dream are singing