Edenbridge - The Undiscovered Land Lyrics
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The Undiscovered Land
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What Are The Lyrics For The Undiscovered Land By Edenbridge?
By a long way we came there
And we kept our eyes peeled We believed in our blueprint Drawn by the slipstream of time without end Not once we saw the falcon rising Not once we saw horizons clear And again we hear the ocean rushing With all the questions at hand without end Heavenward we keep on flying In the lap of the gods where we are The legend, the key The solar sea Binds you forever Once in a blue moon this moment On these boundless traces we move The cosmic array Won`t lead us astray And we still demand The undiscovered land We felt the narrow bounds within us The lurking unknown in the dark Still we`re searching for the purple passage Pink of perfection in hearts still so pure Heavenward we keep on flying In the lap of the gods where we are The legend, the key The solar sea Binds you forever Once in a blue moon this moment On these boundless traces we move The cosmic array Won`t lead us astray And we still demand The undiscovered land Here and now By our sacred vow We will prevail Heavenward we keep on flying In the lap of the gods where we are The legend, the key The solar sea Binds you forever Once in a blue moon this moment On these boundless traces we move The cosmic array Won`t lead us astray And we still demand The undiscovered land |
Who Wrote The Undiscovered Land By Edenbridge?
Arne Stockhammer
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What's The Duration Of The The Undiscovered Land By Edenbridge?The duration of The Undiscovered Land is 6:08 minutes and seconds. |
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