Land of the Living

Wild, wild we push borders again Even if there is nothing to gain Wide, wide we stretch the horizon We move ever further without reason End is something we anticipate We are willing to participate And the union is reactivated Into the future we've precipitated High, we stand above the abyss Fixed by a past of pain and bliss There In the land of the living The end never lasts Here In the land of the living Where death is encompassed Run but the road is round Like in a roundabout that never gives out Hold, tales have to be told Silence turns to gold while the story goes through another run Far on the main road, on the highway We master the game that we love to play Wide, wide we stretch the horizon We move ever further without reason Ride, ride we need to go further Our place is on the front line forever...and ever There In the land of the living The end never lasts Here In the land of the living Where death is encompassed Run but the road is round Like in a roundabout that never gives out Hold, tales have to be told Silence turns to gold while the story goes through another run High, we stand above the abyss Fixed by a past of pain and bliss There In the land of the living The end never lasts Here In the land of the living Where death is encompassed There In the land of the living The end never lasts Here In the land of the living Where death is encompassed