Near the end of our journey
I never stopped wondering
How we reached that distant dream
My people were the ones who prayed

Hard sun burning our skins
But some of were not fortunate
They paid with their lives or the one of their kins
That vicious god had a game to play

Chorus
Fear lies inside us
As a demon’s drowning it
Beliefs used to be a force
We pray the angels will spread their wings

Now we see the final point
It’s sad that many of us didn’t make it
Our hopes are high, we still follow the sun
We are near the end of our trip

What a vision of horror
A desolate plain not fit for life
The son of the moon down on his knees
He failed us for what he believed