Misc Computer Games - Nier - ashes of dreams

^Bbm7Once there were t^Ebrees full of b^Abirds. ^Bbm7Meadowlands ^C7vibrant with ^Fmflowers. ^Bbm7Carefree the s^Ebongs our ch^Abildren once sa^Dbng ^Bbm7Gilding our ^Bdimminutes and ^C/Fhour^Cs

^Bbm7Clouds came and c^Ebovered the ^Absun, The b^Bbreath of the^C7 baleful^Fm unease ^Bbm7Turning to a^Ebshes ^Abflowers in their ^Dbfields ^BbSilenced the ^Bdimbirds in their ^Dm11trees^C.

^FmHidden so ^Bbmdeep in ^Ebveils of ^Abdeceit, ^DbImprisoned in ^Bbmtwisting s^Dm11pells ^CAre we the ^Fmplaything of ^Bbmfiends, or m^Eberely the d^Abreams That ^Dbwe're t^Bbm7elling o^Eburselves, t^C7elling o^Fmurselves?

^Bbm7Strive till the ^Ebphantoms are ^Abbroken, ^B7Fight till the ^C7battle is ^Fmdone; The ^Bbm7squadrons of ^Ebnight, Can't ^Abconquer the ^Dbday ^Bbm7Nor shadows ex^Bdimtinguish the ^Dm11sun. ^C

^FmStories of ^Bbmdanger, ^Ebfearless a^Abttack, ^DbSpecters of ^Bbmplague and ^Dm11pain. ^CAll of these ^Fmghosts of our ^Bbmown del^Ebusions come ^Abback And w^Dbe'll be h^Bbm7aunted a^Ebgain, ^C7haunted ^Fmagain.

For ^Fmtho the storms are ^Bbmover and ^Ebpast, Though the ^Eb/Cthunder's rage is quieted at ^Fmlast ^BbmWell this nightmare's laid me ^Eb/Cdown in the ^Crags here to m^Fmourn, Here to m^Abourn. The ^Fmnight has left us ^Bbmcrippled with ^Ebgrief As we ^Cmstrive to keep ^Fmalive ou^Fmr belief, But a ^Bbmloss so great, it clouds all our ^Bbmhopes for the d^Cawn

^FmHidden so ^Bbmdeep in ^Ebveils of ^Abdeceit, ^DbImprisoned in ^Bbmtwisting s^Dm11pells ^CAre we the ^Fmplaything of ^Bbmfiends, or m^Eberely the d^Abreams That ^Dbwe're t^Bbm7elling o^Eburselves

^C7Telling our ^FmStories of ^Bbmdanger, ^Ebfearless a^Abttack, ^DbSpecters of ^Bbmplague and ^Dm11pain. ^CAll of these ^Fmghosts of our ^Bbmown del^Ebusions come ^Abback Have ^Dbwe been f^Bbm7ighting in^Eb vain^C7? fighting ^Fmin vain?