In this flower field, in the life of spring
The flowers bloom and the birds do sing
But over the horizon, an evil waits
A dead wasteland holding our fragile fates  

The early sunrise is a mighty sight
What a beautiful world, made of glorious light
But then I remember the darkness there
Made by our own hands to taunt and scare

A king sits upon his shameful throne
Built from hundreds of innocents’ bones
His army is marching, coming soon
To trample the flowers that has just bloomed

It’s hard to believe, just standing here
Breathing in the scent of dewdrop tears
But if I listen enough or strain to see
It’s clear they’re not too far from me

What a beautiful world, of life and light
Of wind and song and starlit nights
And over the horizon is our impending doom
But for now I’ll watch the flowers bloom