City of gold
City of gold
And honey-glazed stones
If rocks could speak
Oh the secrets you would keep
Of heroes of the faith of old

City of change
Of modern and ancient
Vying for a place, along with
Every tongue and race
To fink a home to call their own

How misunderstood are those
Who live behind you walls
The world see you as not
Not who you are

City of wars
All bloodied and torn
How many times
Has your hand changed hands
But soon your wars will be no more

For you will be made new
Shining like the sun
And all will come to you
To lay themselves down

City of gold
And honey-glazed stones
If rocks could speak
Oh the secrets you would keep
Of heroes of the faith of old