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
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