The sun still shines on holy land
Its bright light defying a deep dark deception
And as Mediterranean waters bathe the holy land
Their warmth conceals a cold conspiracy
To dusty horizons of Holy land
Spirits escape from their wounded bodies
And as palm trees sway on Holy land
Their unheard voices fade into darkness.
They haunt us, begging
Freedom with shackled hands
Do you know these ghosts
Are the lost souls of Holy Land?
Its bright light defying a deep dark deception
And as Mediterranean waters bathe the holy land
Their warmth conceals a cold conspiracy
To dusty horizons of Holy land
Spirits escape from their wounded bodies
And as palm trees sway on Holy land
Their unheard voices fade into darkness.
They haunt us, begging
Freedom with shackled hands
Do you know these ghosts
Are the lost souls of Holy Land?
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