Sitting by the fire, they talk to me everyday Voices from a distant journey to the stars Chill is penetrating me, I get down on my knees And pray There used to be a civilization, here on the ruins in this ancient land Now you ask the peasant... "nah it's just pieces of rock" For God's sake... "FOOL" Alexander lived his life right here where we stand
Facing the walls of our disciples era But I feel so alive Dying for those who rest in the graveyard Stand in the ruins Open your heart for the Hellenic blood The powers inside me To flow into the minds of every descendant Macedonia...
Crying of the walls Down on the road to Macedonia Walls that never will forget his glory Dreaming of a place Where everything is Macedonia I am what is left of this old world Take us to the sky We see the stars shinning on all of us Heritage we hope will never be forgotten Dying for this land Never forget our Macedonia We are what is left of this old world
Now the times are changing we breed hate with a capital "H" No more signs of that civilization that made us proud now just decay What used to be a culture now a peace that's gone to pieces... I'm on my knees again Forgive us prince we ruined the land we are to blame
Facing the walls of our disciples era But I feel so alive Dying for those who rest in the graveyard Stand in the ruins Open your heart for the Hellenic blood The powers inside me To flow into the minds of every descendant Macedonia...
Down the road to Macedonia Down the road to Macedonia