We followed the sun Into the endless sky Like ravens who few to high It wasnt our time A world form home Under foreign star Know who we are Know who we are Darkness descends The cold wind howls Strangers in the land When gold turned To bone turn To stone turn to sand March to the sound Of the stories told To be remebered Is to never grow old Follow the tiger And take me home Far from this bitter This bitter land And who remmbers And who recounts And who believes And who doubts