The Power Of Bombos
In a cold city
Hell in the air
Dreams have stopped and love is dead
Desperation
Nobody goes to sleep
Because everybody's dreams were dead
or frozen.
Oh pray...
for your soul.
Come.
Come.
All the people's dreams were held prisoner
It is time for the fall from grace, the fall into fire
We must get down hard into our souls
Now purge.
Oh, there ain't no life nowhere
Hail the power of Bombos!
Now... they can dream again!
Dream again!