From ship to shining shore
Out of an age when time was young
Across the silver ocean's floor

Their endless battle has begun

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And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land marching on
They burn upon the open hand blinding all who see

They feast upon the desert land
Marching, marching, marching mystery


She holds her weary head
Her heavy hor!@&( stand alone
It's for the living and the dead

To search their fortune far from home

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There is majesty, there is tragedy all in its place
Rank and file ever turning and moving the space


On paths of black and gold
They come with tales too dark to speak

But the fascination holds
Compels us on to search and speak


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