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Hope's fragile thread, not yet withdrawn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