Fragments of the past are covered by the sands of time  Innocence is lost again, the path of peace is left behind  Distorted, enraged voices  They vanished from all our twisted minds    Are these decades of fear and hate the answer to our own seclusion?  The written word has turned to dust only to rise again  Now the great eclipse is here and falls over the cold wasteland    Segments of the future are hidden by the clouds of shame  We've followed absurd dreams, be sure that you're awake now  Distorted, enraged voices  Are never to be heard around here no more      ("The Winter Of Our Discontent")