Marching Mystery Lyrics

From ship to shining shore
Out of and age when time was young

Across the silver ocean's floor

Their endless battle has begun

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And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land marching on

They burn upon the open hand blinding all who see

They feast upon the desert land

Marching, marching, marching mystery

She holds her weary head
Her heavy horsemen stand alone

It's for the living and the dead

To search their fortune far from home

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There is majesty, there is tragedy all in it's place
Rank and file ever turning and moving space

On paths of black and gold

They come with tales to dark to speak

But the fascination holds

Compels us on to search and seek

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