"All men dream; but, not equally
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds
Wake in the day to find that it was vanity
But the dreamers of day are dangerous men
Fore they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make them possible
This I did"
Forty days in the east world sun
Forty nights and the winds have taken my warm blood
Though the sands are hot from beneath each step
In the early morning rings a cadence of a world at war
Fires build from beyond the dunes
The fragrance of chemicals in the air still loom
Cities burn now where treasures kept
Jaws of industry feed on the once green grown landscape
(Existence) Shift the nonbelievers
(Persistence) Reward the lost redeemers
(Resistance) We break them down to their cells
(Ambition) Do what must be done
(Condition) Fly closer to the sun
(Tradition) cause these wax wings won't melt themselves
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
Invaders push past the thin drawn line
Millions starve as their leaders gorge themselves on bread and wine
Rebels scream in the charging flanks
History is retold by the ones who live the longest
(Wisdom) Surely must be blind
(Schism) Failure you will find
(Victim) The flesh will undo flesh
(Unstable) Madmen rule the world
(Betrayal) Their secrets will unfurl
(Fable) The tangled webs that we weave
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
It burns a hole in my memories
While the world was at war
And I'll strive to be strong
Fight again
And face the storm of ambitious men
Dreamers and false believers
Makes it hard to read true intentions
A fatal mistake
This hard pill to take
Good men who sit back and do nothing
Bury hope in the sand
This I did
This I did
This I did
This I did
Wicked Scoundrel - The Dreamers of the Day Lyrics
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"All men dream; but, not equally
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds
Wake in the day to find that it was vanity
But the dreamers of day are dangerous men
Fore they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make them possible
This I did"
Forty days in the east world sun
Forty nights and the winds have taken my warm blood
Though the sands are hot from beneath each step
In the early morning rings a cadence of a world at war
Fires build from beyond the dunes
The fragrance of chemicals in the air still loom
Cities burn now where treasures kept
Jaws of industry feed on the once green grown landscape
(Existence) Shift the nonbelievers
(Persistence) Reward the lost redeemers
(Resistance) We break them down to their cells
(Ambition) Do what must be done
(Condition) Fly closer to the sun
(Tradition) cause these wax wings won't melt themselves
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
Invaders push past the thin drawn line
Millions starve as their leaders gorge themselves on bread and wine
Rebels scream in the charging flanks
History is retold by the ones who live the longest
(Wisdom) Surely must be blind
(Schism) Failure you will find
(Victim) The flesh will undo flesh
(Unstable) Madmen rule the world
(Betrayal) Their secrets will unfurl
(Fable) The tangled webs that we weave
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
It burns a hole in my memories
While the world was at war
And I'll strive to be strong
Fight again
And face the storm of ambitious men
Dreamers and false believers
Makes it hard to read true intentions
A fatal mistake
This hard pill to take
Good men who sit back and do nothing
Bury hope in the sand
This I did
This I did
This I did
This I did
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds
Wake in the day to find that it was vanity
But the dreamers of day are dangerous men
Fore they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make them possible
This I did"
Forty days in the east world sun
Forty nights and the winds have taken my warm blood
Though the sands are hot from beneath each step
In the early morning rings a cadence of a world at war
Fires build from beyond the dunes
The fragrance of chemicals in the air still loom
Cities burn now where treasures kept
Jaws of industry feed on the once green grown landscape
(Existence) Shift the nonbelievers
(Persistence) Reward the lost redeemers
(Resistance) We break them down to their cells
(Ambition) Do what must be done
(Condition) Fly closer to the sun
(Tradition) cause these wax wings won't melt themselves
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
Invaders push past the thin drawn line
Millions starve as their leaders gorge themselves on bread and wine
Rebels scream in the charging flanks
History is retold by the ones who live the longest
(Wisdom) Surely must be blind
(Schism) Failure you will find
(Victim) The flesh will undo flesh
(Unstable) Madmen rule the world
(Betrayal) Their secrets will unfurl
(Fable) The tangled webs that we weave
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
Through gallant schemes and mysteries they tell their lies
The dreamers of the day will march with open eyes
A curse of gold and death untold will be their prize
It burns a hole in my memories
While the world was at war
And I'll strive to be strong
Fight again
And face the storm of ambitious men
Dreamers and false believers
Makes it hard to read true intentions
A fatal mistake
This hard pill to take
Good men who sit back and do nothing
Bury hope in the sand
This I did
This I did
This I did
This I did
Writer: Jacob Scully
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