A man can lose his past, in a country like this Wandering aimless Parched and nameless A Man could lose his way, in a country like this Canyons and cactus Endless and trackless
Searching through grim eternity Sculptured by prehistoric sea
Seven Cities of Gold Stories that fired my imagination Seven Cities of Gold A splendid mirage in this desolation Seven Cities of Gold Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations Glitter in the sun like a revelation Distant as a comet or a constellation
A man can lose himself, in a country like this Rewrite the story Recapture the glory A man could lose his life, in a country like this Sunblind and friendless Frozen and endless The nights grow longer, the father I go
Wake to aching cold, and a deep Sahara of snow That gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate
A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate