We were born in a Golden Age
Beyond the creed
Blown with the winds to meet
The ones who creep
And pray
Unshod
feet traces on fresh sand
A map unfold
Spreading out knowledge,
Magic and love
And then
Carried by wooden gods
We
leave towards the sky
Gushed out the holy blood
From those who die
To bless
Ooh, and dance...
Ooh, still
dance...
Someone has sent
Somebody here
To bring an age
Long disappeared
Holy Land -
Throw you scars on
me!
My soul just tends to be
Your friend.
Holy Land - Holy Land around
Holy Land - Holy land is all...
Someone has
sent
Somebody here
To bring an age
Long disappeared
Holy Land -
Show your signs to me!
'Cause I'm still here to
see
Your face.