Venicium - In Zion's Land
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Golan’s fields, Zion’s hills
Negev’s sands like golden tides
The voices cry, they do not die
Silent trance
Ancient grace
In every stone and leaf, we see
The timeless dance of land and sea
In Zion’s land where hills arise
The sun adorns the big blue skies
The Jordan flows through deep lands
A river of silent hands
With hope’s flame, we light the night
Through grief’s path, we stand and fight
The olive groves whisper tales
Of ancient winds and old sails
In Zion’s land where hills arise
The sun adorns the big blue skies
Zion’s heart beats ever true
In each sunrise, dreams renew
Negev’s sands like golden tides
The voices cry, they do not die
Silent trance
Ancient grace
In every stone and leaf, we see
The timeless dance of land and sea
In Zion’s land where hills arise
The sun adorns the big blue skies
The Jordan flows through deep lands
A river of silent hands
With hope’s flame, we light the night
Through grief’s path, we stand and fight
The olive groves whisper tales
Of ancient winds and old sails
In Zion’s land where hills arise
The sun adorns the big blue skies
Zion’s heart beats ever true
In each sunrise, dreams renew
