Let the rocky ridge edge fade away Let the breeze touch the endless space Let the echoes whisper and rise On this path to turning tides Where the desert breaks the night Where now-and-then walk the same line Where the cold wind tears the walls apart Nothing left but the beating heart Man worshiped his ground, eyes on the sky Still there are mountains too high to climb Awake at night, blood turned cold in his veins Trapped in emptiness, in his own chains The empty blue plain surrounds dreaming souls Still searching for a better place to call home Dark waves washed the pain away It ended in fire, from fire it will rise again Above the ocean, so far away