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Near the end of our journey

I never stopped wondering

How we reached that distant dream

My people were the ones who prayed

Hard sun burning our skins

But some of were not fortunate

They paid with their lives or the one of their kins

That vicious god had a game to play

Chorus

Fear lies inside us

As a demon’s drowning it

Beliefs used to be a force

We pray the angels will spread their wings

Now we see the final point

It’s sad that many of us didn’t make it

Our hopes are high, we still follow the sun

We are near the end of our trip

What a vision of horror

A desolate plain not fit for life

The son of the moon down on his knees

He failed us for what he believed