Exodus

Fifty thousand people
On the road, hungry
They've left ages ago their countryside
Always on the run, fear is on the loose
Their enemies behind them
There was no way to choose

Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand
Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands

And their hopes left behind, oh so sad
Once they were so proud
Now, that's all dead
Their enemies behind them,
Hate, fear and blood
Once in silver and gold
Now there's only mud

Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand
Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands

Looking for a new home
Where to start
The dreams they once had,
Are still in their hearts
There's no much more strength to fight
But still, oh still, still they go ahead

Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand
Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands

Where can it lead this endless road?
Where can it lead this hopeless road?
When will they rise out from the mud?
Where can it lead, where can it lead?