Xenaphobe

When i close my eyes
I begin to dream
by the sand
take my hand
Walk to the water
Paint yourself
To be is to dream
Follow me
Cut down the branches
That rake the path
And tear away your flesh
I am not the pale
Sun in the sky
Here we're not supreme
In this frostbitten world
Where only chaos and
Enegy can be the flux
In a seige of fear
Do we see so clear
A message in dreams
Some come from far away
And do we embrace
A future, A kingdom,
And a new race