Hallows Eve

This era, this music, this scene
Our great monument to nothing
This glory, this sweat, this play
Makes no difference what we say
For every man stands a ghost
For every ghost stands a star
For every star stands a thought
And these accumulate somewhere
If Gods is the personification
Of the total of man's thought
Then I must be the reflection
Of all you have fought
This era, this music, this scene
Our great monument to nothing