Put on our heavy shields
And shiny swords. Let’s enter the fields
This quest will bring pain
And burning bridges to claim
It's never clear, but the need is here
We lift up our hands and pray
That You'll guide us all the way
When storms grow and winds blow
We try to carry on the quest for riches
Quest for you
The need for gold and fame
The quest for riches
Infects our poor brains
We lie, cheat, steal
Then cry for the emptiness to heal
It's never clear, but grace is here
For all we have is the reason
The journey we forget about
The dry spells and high treason
Is forgiven, forgiven
