The Dream Ends / Dungeons of War © G. Whitman (BMI) performed by CITADEL ®I have seen the faces of eyes that have turned to walk away,A trembling hand upon the hiltSkies of blue turn to a dismal greyMany feet in a foreign land many banners raisedThis I’ve seen, and shall see again, unless the faults of mankind are erased!Away from the Dungeons (of War) where the fire falls like rain!And how many lives are spent in a mask of flaming pain?In need of a reason they shall stain the sinner’s swordWith futile hopes of gaining a crown as the ‘just’ reward(Lead – Chorus 1 Repeat)Tears are shed over brothers lostHalf a man never feels the sameThe hands still clean of the men behind the scenes of satan’s gamesI have seen the faces of those who’ll never really walk awayEmpty Stares, a bleeding heart, and vengeance stored ‘till the final dayAway from the Dungeons (of War) where the innocent are slain!And how many lives are spent in a daze of placing blame?This is the season to make plowshares from our swordsWith future hopes of gaining peace as the ‘just’ reward(Lead – Chorus 2 Repeat)Dungeons of War © G. Whitman (BMI) from the CD, “The Citadel of Cynosure and Other Tales” and “Citadel Live 5” © G. Whitman/Citadel of Cynosure Prod (BMI) - Citadel® is a registered tradename - Used with permission - All rights reserved - ℗2007 wePODstudios™ http://www.citadelsongs.com, http://www.citadelband.com Story Behind This Song:Written from the Earth’s perspective looking on as we tiny, temporal beings blow each other up – and the land and animals too! Even without taking a political side, most can agree that war is a dungeon of pain and suffering, led by those behind the scenes who rarely get their own hands bloody…all for a crown, for the conquest. Grown-up neighborhood bullies who take from others by force that which they cannot attain on their own merits… Also takes a few biblical lines into the mix, “this is the season to make plowshares from our swords” and is tied to the “Citadel of Cynosure” storyline as the battle that forces the Dreemurz and Rezistors to make the ultimate choice when the Affrage invade their domain. Sounds of This Song:Almost a full minute of realistic war sounds segue to the lonely violin-sounding guitar intro (Whitman on the Morley), leading into a classical troop march (as the captured are led off in chains), into the main song verse – thunder-tinged acoustic 12-string in 5/4. Soon, a thundering heavy prog rock chorus attacks, followed by lightning streaked guitar solos before it’s back to the chorus. We return to a folk respite with a solemn lead over the 12-string leading in to the 2nd verse/chorus/lead/chorus – topped off with a snappy, choppy ending into a an escape from captivity: thunder into sea waves, creaks from the stolen ship with wind-flapping sails and gulls. Band-created foley (sound effects) are going on throughout, so headphones are recommended to discern the nuance, pan placements and intricate soundscapes. Less