Из альбома: The Chronicle

And we set sail,
our ships crash through these waters.
From coast to coast we search,

we strive to find new land.

This is our destiny,
this is where we have landed.
We are the tortured souls,
we're the ones the world will never know.

We don't look back, we move ahead.

To look back, to think back,
only created libraries of suffering.

We are the tortured souls,
we're the ones the world will never know.
We're the last of a dying breed,
give us soil we will plant the seed.

We trudge through the bitter cold,
with night fire we pave the way.
We're on the dawn of a new day.

We don't look back we move ahead.

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