My path made of gold, my destination
The beacon in the dark I've been searching for
A hand that guides to the core of myself
Once so senseless, the awakening of senses
My words are often quiet
Left path is leading north
Don't give up, we are almost home
The clouds of war will break away
And the symphony of silence
Will rule yet another day
Yet another day
The croak in the distance so violent
The beauty of life feeding on death
The place we longed for finally in reach
At peace at last, the end of wars
My words are often quiet
Left path is leading north
Don't give up, we are almost home
The clouds of war will break away
And the symphony of silence
Will rule yet another day
Yet another day
Controlled all through spirits
Sent forth by will
Our blood is one by choice
Our bodies are one by faith
The sun makes the moon appear
To remind us it's still right there
All spirits leads the way
No sail without the wind
My words are often quiet
Left path is leading north
Don't give up, we are almost home
The clouds of war will break away
And the symphony of silence
Will rule yet another day
Yet another day
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