(Matos) 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 ... ooh, and then, Carried by wooden gods We leave toward 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 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
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