© 2021 I had a dream, a castle green, a blood red sky where dragons scream Aberdeen, peregrine, how romantic it seemed Slowly, place me in this scene Holy kings of bygone means A moving feast, the faithful fleeced, a paradise for loved deceased Thought police, iron breeze On the wings of a wasting disease All these voices in your head, help you glorify the dead Help you sanctify our sin, give the highest bidder wins Now if I was alive back then, I wouldn't have a second chance I would toil in the fields of grass to my death The rotting teeth, the gangrene feet, lest I forget unpleasant dreams I would have if I'd live long to dream, long to see Swiftly, shake me from this scream Fiercely, things are what they seem I had a dream, a castle green, a blood red sky where dragons scream Aberdeen, peregrine, how romantic it seemed