A Canorous Quintet - The orchids sleep

LOST IN THE HALLS OF DREAMBOUND BY THE CHAINS OF A SCREAMHERE WE STAND ALONENEVER ALLOWED TO KNOWWHAT'S BEHIND THE WALL OF SLEEPIMPRISONED IN A WEB OF NIGHTIN SEARCH OF AN EMERALD SKYTHE ASTRAL BODY FLIES, I STAND ALONETHROUGH THE DUST OF AGES FORLORNCHASED BY THE WIND AND THE STORMENSLAVED BY THE ORCHIDS SWEET SCENTA TEAR FROM THE DEAD MANS EYEWINGS OF FALLEN ANGEL BURNWHERE'S THE GOLD AT THE RAINBOWS ENDIT IS THERE BUT OH SO FAR AWAYFLAMES OF FIRE BURNS SO DEEPAS WE FALL OUT OF THE ORCHID'S SLEEPAN EMERALD SKY BEFORE OUR EYESDISAPEARING IN THE MORNING SUNIS IT FOR REAL OR IS IT THE DREAM ?[rep. verses 1, 3, 4, 5]IMPRISONED IN A WEB OF NIGHTIN SEARCH OF AN EMERALD SKYTHE ASTRAL BODY FLIES, I STAND ALONETHROUGH THE DUST OF AGES....FORLORNCHASED BY THE WIND AND THE STORMENSLAVVED BY THE ORCHIDS SWEET SCENTA TEAR FROM THE DEAD MANS EYEWHERE IS THE GOLD AT THE RAINBOWS END ?IT IS THERE BUT OH SO FAR AWAY