We're walking so long
On the plains where our fathers sleep
We're waiting so long for time to go back
Night is so long, we're drowned in the dream
Just longing for where,
Somewhere beyond the coast
Songs in the rhyme of a retiring scald
Remind me of the place
Where he and I were born
Holy, noble our future to be
Our dream and power bring hunger to me
The morning hazes
A beginning of the masquerade
Blood and fire...
Glory of the land desert,
We'll flee away
Save you from the dark hands
Of the insane
There was someone who's building
The highest tower
On the sand of our souls
And you hold the key to the maze
The sound of the wind from the no-leaf tree
Sanity is hiding our truth and order to gild
Over the mirage our future appears
Our souls and fire on heart disappear
The holy water is a chalice that's poisoned
Let's hear his last words
Glory of the land desert,
We'll flee again
Save you from the dark hands
Of the insane
Roamers ought to be back
To their forest of birch
For our night awaits
The break of the dawn
For us all
Oh, never forgiven our sin
Agonies of gods lie inside my flesh
Day and night
Roar in pain to find devoted soul
Where is that?
Glory of the land desert,
We'll flee away
Save you from the dark hands
Of the insane
There was someone who's building
The highest tower
On the sand of our souls
And you hold the key to the maze
Glory of the land desert,
We'll flee again
Save you from the dark hands
Of the insane
Roamers ought to be back
To their forest of birch
For our night awaits
The break of the dawn
For us all
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