The end is foretold

Into the fold

We reach the age

Of albatross

And the priest will lay low

And the thieves will know

We ride the path

Of Acheron

And I, I will remember the name

I will remind them the way

Stare at the sky

Of an ancient time

In the land

In the land of gold

Lead them all

To you

Raise the dead

Raise the dead of old

Lead them all

To you

The еnd is foretold

Into the fold

We rеach the lair

Of albatross

And the priest will lay low

And the thieves will know

We ride the waves

Of Acheron

I, I will remember the name

I will remind them the way

Stare at the sky

Of an ancient time

In the land

In the land of gold

Lead them all

To you

Raise the dead

Raise the dead of old

Lead them all

To you