With all the motion she has provoked Take My hand, Lead me into the Promised Land It's in her voice Letting myself become free Take my hand Lead me into the Promised Land
I have but, only one thing to say Not in the place that I wish to stay I knew from the time that I seen her face Nothing was said as I felt her embrace
Circusmaximus Was a time, in a land, at a place faraway, In a place we know as Rome Many years, torn away, fades the distant memory Try to think,
lord, is this the promised land is this your gift Let us fly into your dreams Let us taste some blood Sorrow - the unknown force Hate - respect your
us to the paradise My lord, is this the promised land My lord, is this your gift My Lord, lead us to the paradise Sorrow, the unknown force Hate, respect
becomes prominent among the dancers) ANDRE Who's that girl, Lefevre? LEFEVRE Her? Meg Giry, Madame Giry's daughter. Promising dancer, M. Andre, most promising
my judgment day Sailing an endless sea, chained down by the force in the sky I feel like a criminal, that's fallen and been left to die If I walked in the land
