Gold Ships
Superstition is a flaw to be exploited
Thought the starsailors from the east
Taken to the city in the great lake
That was the end of its prosperity and peace
Up to the snowlines people driven
The condor man stripped of wings to fly
Disease of slavery below them
Above them cold indifference of the sky
Gold ships leaving
Ships appearing
Temples of the sun
They're low in thе water
Strict to the order
With many morе to come
(Better run)
Made to speak a different language
Worship one so alien to their ways
Living with mind and soul pollution
No spirit wind could blow it away
Gold ships leaving
Ships appearing
They're working every tide
Warrior people
Not church and steeple
Their eyes burning wild
(Burning wild)
Superstition is a flaw to be exploited
Thought the starsailors from the east
Taken to the city in the great lake
That was the end of its prosperity and peace
Gold ships leaving
Ships appearing
Temples of the sun
They're low in the water
Strict to the order
With many more to come
Gold ships leaving
Ships appearing
They're working every tide
Warrior people
Not church and steeple
Their eyes burning wild
(Burning wild)