Wasted Lands - JEFF The Brotherhood

Turning left at the edge of the night

Stole a key from the gods again

Another man is taking flight

Singing farewell to the sun

On another plane

Oh, on another plane

A young lion in his den

Waiting for the perfect time

Struggling to know his way

In the valley of the shepherd’s wake

On another plane

Oh, on another plane

Hiding from the gods again

In a prison made of stone

Between the rivers and the wasted lands

Between the rivers that bring you home

On another plane

Oh, on another plane