Из альбома: Clockwork Angels

A man can lose his past, in a country like this ​ Wandering aimless ​
Parched and nameless ​
A Man could lose his way, in a country like this ​ Canyons and cactus ​
Endless and trackless

Searching through grim eternity
Sculptured by prehistoric sea ​

Seven Cities of Gold ​
Stories that fired my imagination
Seven Cities of Gold ​
A splendid mirage in this desolation
Seven Cities of Gold ​
Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations
Glitter in the sun like a revelation
Distant as a comet or a constellation

A man can lose himself, in a country like this
Rewrite the story ​
Recapture the glory ​
A man could lose his life, in a country like this ​ Sunblind and friendless ​
Frozen and endless ​
The nights grow longer, the father I go

Wake to aching cold, and a deep Sahara of snow ​
That gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate

A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate

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