There’s a story on the wire
For the people I don’t recognize
All the truth that I never find
Seek a treasure from these ancient signs
All the world before your eyes
Your soul shall find itself alone
In the middle of the night
This is is not a dream tonight
No one to blame
Over every bloody thing
There’s a cross on the hill
It’s just a fever called sacrifice
And the sun has disappeared
For the dancers of the death
In the silence of the night
This is not a dream tonight
No one to blame
In the middle of the night
This is is not a dream tonight
This is is not a dream tonight
This is is not a dream tonight