Ways to Jerusalem 가사

Open my eyes and see the faith in an old prelude Turning the ways so strange, strange Discovering stones like fire in my ways Never imagine, these stones are made... Ilusions eyes, near lost past, a magic behind Sanity to be your sprouts, they are calling your soul They are the magic eyes Like a fantasy We are a litlle prouds and ubelivers On this way discovering fate and pain The old prophet reading his hands We are acused of darkness Our eyes are blind and can't feel the life Dissidents are fallen on the road Saying preys of a distant future We are paying our sins and they knows about this You could try to cry all our blood And still our lifes would be defined We are going to cure our sins To the glorious Jerusalem And therem our scars will be cured