Infinite Battleground

I see the collapse of your achievements
That you regrettably failed to protect
With shattered passions you fell
And pretended to forget

Your Inspiration was lost, all will hollowed
Only freed from stress by tranquil sorrow
You built new success from lifeless routine
And impressed the world by setting us free

Can you still ponder the unknown dark?
Or build great battles conjured by the heart?
Or is the map complete and its beasts all dead?
Is there any magic left in your head?

Some victims piece themselves together
Will you lie with they who are shattered forever?

While the selfish seek pleasure
In your aura of plight
The Reaper descends
Is it all in your mind?

Can you still ponder the unknown dark?
Or build great battles conjured by the heart?
Or is the map complete and it's beasts all dead?
Is there any magic in your head?
Once, long ago, in an endless backyard
You captured magic in little glass jars
And faced the dark; it's monsters concealed
Can you face it now? Your demons are
Your demons are real

Or will destruction devour all you achieve
While triumph waits for you just to believe?

You rise to the hour behind a grin
Empower your pawns
We'll fight 'til the end
As ambitions challenged by soldiers of doubt
Your mind an endless battleground
Where you lead the fight and disappear
Into a vision free of fear
The battle ablaze
Your future reformed
Doubtless creations
We march into war
We march into war
We march into war
We march to war