Utopya Lord of the Lost

We came through hate, hellfire and war
(Viva utopya)
In search of truth not metaphor
(Viva utopya)
Pure hearts reign supreme
But dreams are only dreams

The bell is ringing

(Hey)
This must be the place
Where all woes are erased
A fanfare for us as we arrived
(Tyrannicum!)
It feels like we've been blessed
The wistful dispossessed
We knew how lost we were when we found paradise

We came in peace but sadly saw
(Viva utopya)
Perfection is so cruelly flawed
(Viva utopya)
In the cold light the cracks are clear
(Viva utopya)
This paradise becomes austere
(Viva utopya)