Dreaming's just imagination Tears are all that's real Like the distant cloud Loneliness is all I feel. The wind is chilly It blows so cold My shadow's slowly dying And my life is growing old. But shadows just are dancers In this sacred dance of fate And, oops, too bad I guess I'm a little late. The party's just begun A thousand years too soon And like the witches gathering We dance under the Harvest Moon. But the dancing isn't happy Full of weeping and cries And you don't quite understand the reasons The innocents has died. And the truth - it isn't out there Life's made up of lies Not much that's holy anymore Because life's not sanctified. The weeping's overwhelming The screaming grows abstain And it's getting harder and harder now For my sanity to retain.