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Holy Land

Matos)



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

Angra

Holy Land / Angra

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