Utopya - Lord Of The Lost

We came through hate, hellfire and war

(Viva utopya)

In search of truth not metaphor

(Viva utopya)

Pure hearts reign supreme

But dreams are only dreams

The bell is ringing

(Hey)

This mus be the place

Where all woes are erased

A fanfare for us as we arrived

(Tyrannicum!)

It feels like we’ve been blessed

The wistful dispossessed

We knew how lost we were when we found paradise

We came in peace but sadly saw

(Viva utopya)

Perfection is so cruelly flawed

(Viva utopya)

In the cold light the cracks are clear

(Viva utopya)

This paradise becomes austere

(Viva utopya)

(Hey)

This must be the place

Where myths disintegrate

They burnt your journals and laughed at mine

(Tyrannicum!)

Imprisoned in white robes

The ghost of all our hopes

We count the cost of wasting trust on humankind

Pure hearts will still beat

But dreams aren’t always sweet

There’s nothing saintly here

In this oppressed frontier

At least my love, we know that we tried

The chants are getting loud

The creeping speed of sound

The mob appears as i dry your eyes

(Tyrannicum!)

We face our destiny

Through strength of memory

The voyage will not end if our twin spirits fly