Dead Winter Dead

No life's so short it can't turn around You can't spend your life living underground For from above you don't hear a sound And I'm out here, waiting I don't understand what you want me to be It's the dark you're hating, it's not who I am But I know t

[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill, Bob Kinkel] [Instrumental] [THE OLD MAN HAS BEEN RETURNING EVERY NIGHT SINCE NOVEMBER PLAYING HIS MUSIC, AS IF TO PROVE THAT THE SOUL OF HIS COUNTRY, OF HUMANITY, WAS NOT DEAD] WHEN THE SHELLS HAD CEASED THEIR FALLING

[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill] [Instrumental] [THE OLD MAN PLAYS HIS CELLO AS THE SHELLING STARTS. THE ORCHESTRA COMES IN REPRESENTING THE MUSLIMS, FOLLOWED BY THE BAND REPRESENTING THE SERBS. DURING THE OCCASIONAL LULLS, IN THE FIGHTING, THE LONE