The crown is a prize for those who live in fantasy Should we search it or live in agony? In the dead of night, they flee from their home To the unknown lands, they dare to roam Desperate souls, their fate in the sand Fight the storm, with empty hands How can not receive them? Don't you want the promised land? Leaving all behind, all that they've known In search of safety, they're not alone Their journey fraught with pain and dread As they flee from chaos, hunger, and death Desperate souls, their fate in the sand Fight the storm, with empty hands How can not receive them? Don't you want the promised land? Bodies are floating in our seas We look at them as if they were diseases Desperate souls, their fate etched in the sand Fight the storm, with empty hands How can we not receive them? Don't you want the promised land? Through the raging seas, their boat cannot be sunk Hope's fragile thread, not yet withdrawn In shadows cast by the softly Moon's light Seeking refuge from the endless fight