[Verse 1]
I called my son to Manala
To see the Land of the Dead
At night I crossed the bridge of dreams
To meet my flesh and blood once again
I took him to the Lightless Lands
To a vale in the Iron Mountain
To the banks of the Silent Stream
To the mouth of the Cave of the Dead
[Pre-Chorus]
An empty castle stood in the back
A humble hut on its yard
A gray door on the humble hut
An iron lock fixed on its door
[Chorus]
Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams
In the borderland
All left undone, in dеath, we had made completе
In the borderland
[Verse 2]
Father came to me in the night
Crossed over the bridge of dreams
Took me with him to Manala
To see the Land of the Dead
[Chorus]
Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams
In the borderland
All left undone, in death, we had made complete
In the borderland
[Verse 3]
Together we entered the keyhole
And we straddled over the black latch
Opened the door of the hut
Woke up those who dwelled in the castle
[Pre-Chorus]
A gray door on the humble hut
An iron lock fixed on its door
[Chorus]
Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams
In the borderland
All left undone, in death, we had made complete
In the borderland
[Instrumental Break]
[Guitar Solo]
[Pre-Chorus]
An empty castle stood in the back
A humble hut on its yard
A gray door on the humble hut
An iron lock fixed on its door
[Chorus/Outro]
Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams
In the borderland
All left undone, in death, we had made complete
In the borderland
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