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 



Holy Land - Holy Land around

Holy Land - Holy Land is all...

Holy Land, Holy Land...