[Verse]
The dreams men have
of flying through the darkness
Dissipate in the dark
from which they wake

The greatest wants
Or are they greatest needs?
Capture the minds
of even history's greats


[Chorus]
Screaming through the ink of pain
Running through those hollow hallowed halls
All I see through my tears
Is the writing on the walls

But even in my darkest hour
My faith is not so shallow
That I would risk it all
To get my hands on those hollow Hallows

[Verse]
Innocuous stories written
From ancient runes inscribed
Children's fairy tales are given
Yielding lessons great and deep

He who harks not the grave
Real dangers of the text
Relies not on the power of others,
But the foolish power of self

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
A snitch was closed
To protect from its truth

A book was loosed
Upon the very minds it needed

The Sword of Gryffindor was raised
To lead the humble children on

[Chorus x2]