- cifra
We were born in a Golden Age
Beyond the creed
Blown with the winds to meet
The ones who creep and pray
Unshold feet traces on fresh sand
A map unfold
Spreading out knowledge
Magic and love, and then
Oh, and then
Carried by wooden gods
We leave toward the sky
Gushed out the holy blood
From those who die to bless
Oh, and dance
Oh, still dance
Someone has sent somebody here
To bring an age long disappeared
Holy Land, throw your 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
Holy Land
Holy Land around
Holy Land
Holy Land is all
Holy Land
Holy Land
