And your city will fall

And your corn won't grow

Thru the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

So it is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the fathers

Where the word begins

In the kingdom of gold

And the stolen chance

You can join the celebration

See the children dance

And the bells will ring

And the crowd will roar

And the sand in the glass

Will pour no more

The rivers will freeze

And the hosts descend

Thru the fires and the storms

To the bitter end

And the treasures and the gifts

And the words and truths

Will be cast to the heavens

With Oomrah fruit

And your corn won't grow

Thru the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

So it is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the fathers

Where the word begins

In the kingdom of gold

And the stolen chance

You can join the celebration

See the children dance

And the bells will ring

And the crowd will roar

And the sand in the glass

Will pour no more

The rivers will freeze

And the hosts descend

Thru the fires and the storms

To the bitter end

And the treasures and the gifts

And the words and truths

Will be cast to the heavens

With Oomrah fruit