From the temples and the sands You took them away Golden idols, ancient hands, far from where they lay Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation, lost in glass halls far from home History's ghosts call for restoration Will the truth be known or are they gone? Or are they gone? From the temples and the sands, you took them away Golden idols, ancient hands, far from where they lay Through the wars and through the years, whispers never fade Voices of the past still call, asking why they stayed Broken hearts and stolen time, shadows crossing every line Can you hear them, the ones who cry for the pieces left behind? Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation, lost in glass halls far from home History's ghosts call for restoration Will the truth be known or are they gone? Will the truth be known or are they gone? Or are they gone? From Greece to Benin, art's been torn apart Stories silenced in the dust, taken from their hearts Trojan gold in foreign lands, the treasures of the fight But who are we to claim their hands, to hold what's not our right? Broken hearts and stolen time, shadows crossing every line Can you hear them, the ones who cried for the pieces left behind? Can the past return with truth in sight? Or are these pieces lost in night? For every stone and artifact There's a heart that's calling them back There's a heart that's calling them back Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation, lost in glass halls far from home History's ghosts call for restoration Will the truth be known or are they gone? Will the truth be known or are they gone? Or are they gone?