Lyrics:

Friend of mine, what did you find?
The fog of a nightmare dissipating
A rolling sign, better than mine
The ghosts of a different dream are waiting

A different kind of kiss
The souls of a different mist are rolling
Ive been inside the mist
The ghosts of another fist are calling

The troops are led in tournament red
Despite the ogres trumpet blaring
A world of hate cant penetrate
The crest of a different shield youre wearing

A different kind of fight
And keep those telephones a-ringing
Ive been inside all right
The ghosts of a different dream are singing