and prayed for her release; They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm, With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war, They broke through the city
my Country Power surge echoes down from the Sky Raise your fist, cultivate Noble Lives Clothe Them now in garments dyed Matching Gold of the Sky Bold
of perseverance of this once so glorious realm: Sunstone - the golden hill under the morning sun. If Sunstone would fall, all the splendour of Karan would fall
the only thing thinking and racing alone Yeah, this city really does get a bit too much rain She can turn a rain cloud into a pot of gold She?s nothing
City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance with the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome
(Winwood/Capaldi) In the city streets where I was born People bowed their heads from dusk till dawn Never realized the potential of their lives Till
Back to P stone nation, Red Dawn to the death, nigga Violins play, Rose petals fly in the wind Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his
out for Travar, the golden city..." Looking from the Serpent - you can see a town Here's nothing left of madness - day has wiped out dawn Gold instead