Three proud survivors wandered in the wasteland
They were looking for a place...
Wind blew stronger between the hair
They were looking for a place...
Three lonely men carried a load on their shoulder
They were looking for a place...
Creaking of the wood, tramping of dusty boots...
They were looking for a place...
Starless was the sky, darker was the view
They were looking for a place...
Building a temple about a stone
Glorifying their names
Building a temple about a stone
Glorifying their names