Wake up from a sleep
Last century man
Ten thousand year fight
We fade into dust
I heard
Remember the gold
Who lived in the real
? warm and tender
We cry for the past
You ?
Cut me on the ground
Take away the silence
Against the fold
Lost the ?
Ive ?
Even broke
? things
Weve done things
To the heart of the shadows ?
I want statues in the fold
All my cities turn to gold
Home
To the gold we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
The spirit is gone
And I am ?
And the spirit is gone
Night is on ?