We were born in a Golden Age. Beyond the creed. Blown with the winds to meet. The ones who creep. And pray. Unshold feet traces on fresh sand. A map unfold. Spreading out knowledge. Magic and love. And then ... ooh and then. Carried by wooden gods. We leave toward the sky. Gushed out the holy blood. From those who die. To bless. Ooh and dance.... Ooh still dance... Someone has sent. Somebody here. To bring an age. Long disappeared. Holy Land - Throw your scars on me!. My soul just tends to be. Your friend Holy Land - Holy Land around. Holy Land - Holy Land is all.... Someone has sent. Somebody here. To bring an age. Long disappeared. Holy Land - Show your signs to me!. 'cause I'm still here to see. Your face Holy Land - Holy Land around. Holy Land - Holy Land is all.... Holy Land Holy Land....