Seven Cities Of Gold

The legend had passed down for generations. Iar across the western sea, where the steamliners could not fly, lay a wilderness land hiding seven cities of gold. I dared the crossing on one of the stout ships that followed the trade route to poseidon, a tough port city. I worked there for a while on the steamliners that served the alchemy mines, then eventually set out into the redrock desert. the stones were sculpted into unearthly monuments, and the country grew cold as I traveled north in search of the most famous city of gold; cibola. its name had sounded in my dreams since childhood.

A man can lose his past, in a country like this

Wandering aimless

Parched and nameless

A man could lose his way, in a country like this

Canyons and cactus

Endless and trackless

Searching through grim eternity

Sculptured by prehistoric sea

Seven cities of gold

Stories that fired my imagination

Seven cities of gold

A splendid mirage in this desolation

Seven cities of gold

Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations

Glitter in the sun like a revelation

Distant as a comet or a constellation

A man can lose himself, in a country like this

Rewrite the story

Recapture the glory

A man could lose his life, in a country like this

Sunblind and friendless

Frozen and endless

The nights grow longer, the father I go

Wake to aching cold, and a deep sahara of snow

That gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate

A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate