The end is foretold
Into the fold
We reach the age
Of albatross
And the priest will lay low
And the thieves will know
We ride the path
Of Acheron
And I, I will remember the name
I will remind them the way
Stare at the sky
Of an ancient time
In the land
In the land of gold
Lead them all
To you
Raise the dead
Raise the dead of old
Lead them all
To you
The end is foretold
Into the fold
We reach the lair
Of albatross
And the priest will lay low
And the thieves will know
We ride the waves
Of Acheron
I, I will remember the name
I will remind them the way
Stare at the sky
Of an ancient time
In the land
In the land of gold
Lead them all
To you
Raise the dead
Raise the dead of old
Lead them all
To you
