Holy Land

We were born in a golden age beyond the creek
Us did the wings to meet the ones who grieve and pray
And sharp feet traces on fresh sand a map unfold
Spreading our knowledge, magic and love and then
Roll and dance
Carried by wooden gods we leap toward the sky
Gushed out the holy blood by those who died to bless

Roll and dance
Roll, still dance
The war has danced on the body here
To bring a night from days of death
All the lights from the skies to me
My soul just dreams to see your friend

Holy land, holy man around
Holy land, holy man is out
The war has danced on the body here
To bring a night from days of death
All the lights from the skies to me
My soul just dreams to see your face

Holy land, holy man around
Holy land, holy man is out
Holy land, holy man