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Cold Grey Fairyland

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Children, sweet dreams
Hold on to your dreams
Sella Field is only a cold grey fairyland

The chill of the Eastern wind
Crawls across the sea
Taunting the waves
And tempting the sun
A blanket of fear
And darkness 'round us is
Down through our homes
Through our blood
Down through our blood

Grey is the night sky
But blacker is the dawn
Faceless man and foreign smiles
Play out the lands
But tomorrow will be
Full of promise, full of life
But the chill in the wind
Cries "no, no, no"

Children, sweet dreams
Hold on to your dreams
Sella Field is only a cold grey fairyland
Children, sweet dreams
Hold on to your dreams
Sella Field is only a cold grey fairyland

Children, we leave you
A wasteland of lines
Blind and unsighted
Your cries go unheard
And the meek shall inherit
Cold and barren lands
The price of the war
Undeclared, undeclared


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