From ship to shining shore Out of and age when time was young Across the silver ocean's floor Their endless battle has begun
CHORUS And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land marching on They burn upon the open hand blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching, marching, marching mystery
She holds her weary head Her heavy horsemen stand alone It's for the living and the dead To search their fortune far from home
CHORUS
There is majesty, there is tragedy all in it's place Rank and file ever turning and moving space
On paths of black and gold They come with tales to dark to speak But the fascination holds Compels us on to search and seek
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
