Utopya-Lord Of The Lost

We came through hate, hellfire and war (Viva Utopya) In search of truth, not metaphor (Viva Utopya) Pure hearts reign supreme But dreams are only dreams The bell is ringing (Hey) This must be the place Where all woes are erased A fanfare for us as we arrived (Tyrannicum!) It feels like we've been blessed The wistful dispossessed We knew how lost we were when we found paradise We came in peace but sadly saw (Viva Utopya) Perfection is so cruelly flawed (Viva Utopya) In the cold light the cracks are clear (Viva Utopya) This paradise becomes austere (Viva Utopya) (Hey) This must be the place Where myths disintegrate They burnt your journals and laughed at mine (Tyrannicum!) Imprisoned in white robes The ghost of all our hopes We count the cost of wasting trust on humankind Pure hearts will still beat But dreams aren't always sweet There's nothing saintly here In this oppressed frontier At least my love, we know that we tried The chants are getting loud The creeping speed of sound The mob appears as I dry your eyes (Tyrannicum!) We face our destiny Through strength of memory The voyage will not end if our twin spirits fly (Viva Utopya)