hollowed and holy borrowed and brand the map's not the mountain the lay is not the land the waters of portugal beloved new the waters of anywhere as a city blooms all that I love will disappear even if I stay so I myself am going where my nervous blood will sway lost and leaving my fate and on the twelth day I'll take a stand one ghost of many I'll raise my hand all that I love will disappear even if I stay so I myself am going where my nervous blood will sway lost and leaving my fate