In my country, the children are born with nine lives
and they choose the eight weakest to sacrifice.

Welcome to the battleground of Dreams
Forsaken.
Tell me is it greed, if all of us
Should awaken?

But I have a secret in the back of my caravan
Grant me a chance to cross the borderland.
What can I give you, beautiful man,
to be my protector, and count as my friend?

I can see by your eyes, you're the child of the Rose.
Even here, in disguise, you're the child of the Rose.
So flee through the night, and my heart will never know
that in your sleep
you kept them both alive.

Welcome to the battleground of Dreams
Forsaken.
Tell me is it greed, if all of us
Should awaken?

Fresh from the land of Make Believe,
How could you bear
to decide
which hopes to take along
and which to leave behind?

Welcome to the battleground of Dreams
Forsaken.
Tell me is it greed, if all of us
Should awaken?

One in a million
children
will pray for an enormous world they can
hide in,
and never be found.

And it's tragic,
in a shrinking world,
where the Strange have to strive
to be less than visible,
if they want
to survive
(But we survive)

And so below another sky
I reach for Them with all my might
One of silver, one of steel
and both of them wish to be real.