Deanta
cold grey fairyland
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Chorus:
Children, sweet dreams, hold onto your dreams
Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland
The chill of the eastern wind blows across the sea
Taunting the waves and tempting the sun
A blanket of fear of a darkness 'round us __
Down through our hopes, through our blood, down through our blood
Gray is the night sky, but blacker is the dawn
Faces __ and foreign smiles __ the maze
But tomorrow will be full of promise, full of life
But the chill in the wind cries, No,
no
more
(Chorus 2x)
Children, we leave you a wasteland all around
Blighted and slighted your cries go unheard
And the meek shall inherit a cold and barren land
The price of a war undeclared, undeclared
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