It's the end of childhood and magical kingdoms Of legends and spells, of wizards and singers And now the wild wind moans Around these childish stones Now it's time to unload these childish stones Throw them at glass houses that no-one owns Clean the closets of cobwebs and old bones All the trinkets And baubles that have lost their sheen The soul-significance of what they used to mean All the places And things you let live in your head That possessed And oppressed with the weight of the dead It's the end of toyland and idols of worship Of heroes, role-plays, enchantments of forest It's time the keeper brings To light these secret things It's time to bring to light these secret things Leave the circle of stones and fairy rings Free the legion of dreams on demon wingsmore