On The Trail

Run, when the storm begins The rain, it will wash away As you hear distant whispers call The helping hand craves for the mask And the man he was standing Struck in confusion On the trail to promised land Yearning for home: temple of two suns Find the rest you need for now In fields of green once Savage Land See what's become of us Feel how the winds have changed And hear distant echoes call Smell the ash of longburned time And the man he was standing Struck in confusion On the trail to promised land Yearning for home: temple of two suns Find the rest you need for now In fields of green once Savage Land On the trail to promised land Way back home: temple of two suns Crave the mask to rule once more In fields of green once Savage Land