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The high day star, bright, shining on them

A new morning lights the faces of all the men

Warmth and belief, seeds of their faith

Great flag upon their heads, catching wind as a sail

Leave a trace, a furrow in the sand

A river of mysteries following your dance

Brave the waves searching for a holy land

Tearing the desert, the galleon of credence

The gods' wind blown from the upper skies

Pushing them ahead to a promised paradise

Oasis far away out of their sight

Never ending travel, infinite path

Leave a trace, a furrow in the sand

A river of mysteries following your dance

Brave the waves searching for a holy land

Tearing the desert, the galleon of credence

It's a race across all the lands

Crossing the eons on a strong built craft

A veil on their faces keeps them safe from the dusk

As they walk on the burning sands of hell on Earth

They set the sail to cross another dune

Silently, they elevate their holy flame on their ship of fortune