Look, there’s a ship thrown on a sand At the world’s end Water falls to feed this ancient land At the world’s end
In the garden Drawing the elixir, Which can slate my thirst Having wandered through the desert I can surely say None of us got strayed Now I see I am on the way to reach my native cost Prophecy was truthful And the lake now opens Its malevolent gates
Gold colored apples on the trees At the world’s end Atlas holding dome of skies with ease At the world’s end
In the garden Drawing the elixir, Which can slate my thirst Having wandered through the desert I can surely say None of us got strayed Now I see I am on the way to reach my native cost Prophecy was truthful And the lake now opens Its malevolent gates