Like fragments from a comic

Please my lord. It’s too late, it’s too late!
Our defense has fallen!
All I see are so called kings and rebellion
dying of fake bullets.
It’s over! There’s no one’s safe in this graveyard,
this big old morgue.
It’s madness! This haunted town is fading to dust. 

This daydream, its fiction.
These flashbacks
are like fragments from a comic.

This constant shadow is hanging above our mainland. 
All lights are out and it causes an everlasting threat.
I remember the tales about panic and horror,
our dark passenger, it reminds me.
It’ll rise on halloween.

Dim all the lights, turn all the lights off.
Let the shade in, and take off your crown.
This empty field, there’s only darkness.

This daydream, it’s fiction.
These flashbacks
are like fragments from a comic.
These daydreams are fiction.
These flashbacks 
are like fragments from a comic.