Turisas

Far away, where the sunshine never fades
There lies this land, the greatest of tales
A strong golden gate now slowly moves aside
In walks a man, exhausted by the tide
Finally, I"ve reached my destiny
I"ve crossed the western sea for the land of hope an glory
In front of me stands the glorious grand city
A feeling that I can breathe, and be free
Surrounding golden walls, finest marble covers the halls
Silver-plated streets that glimmer and shine
Statues, monuments and fountains filled with wine
And trees nearly touching the sky
In the land of hope and glory
I head to the greatest hall,
take a deep breath and open the door
Is this the land of hope and glory?
Sitting on a golden throne,
an ape holding a scepter of bone
It utters: "The die is cast."
Surrounding golden walls...
Reminiscence