Wasted Lands

Turning left at the edge of the night
Stole a key from the gods again
Another man is taking flight
Singing farewell to the sun
On another plane
Oh, on another plane
A young lion in his den
Waiting for the perfect time
Struggling to know his way
In the valley of the shepherd’s wake
On another plane
Oh, on another plane
Hiding from the gods again
In a prison made of stone
Between the rivers and the wasted lands
Between the rivers that bring you home
On another plane
Oh, on another plane