Rush — Seven Cities of Gold Clockwork Angels Tour

The Legend Had Passed Down For Generations. Far across the Western Sea, where the steamliners could not fly, lay a wilderness land hiding seven cities of gold. I dared the crossing on one of the stout ships that followed the trade route to Poseidon, a tough port city. I worked there for a while on the steamliners that served the alchemy mines, then eventually set out into the Redrock Desert. The stones were sculpted into unearthly monuments, and the country grew cold as I traveled north in search of the most famous City of Gold; Cibola. Its name had sounded in my dreams since childhood A man can lose his past, in a country like this Wandering aimless Parched and nameless A Man could lose his way, in a country like this Canyons and cactus Endless and trackless Searching through grim eternity Sculptured by prehistoric sea Seven Cities of Gold Stories that fired my imagination Seven Cities of Gold A splendid mirage in this desolation Seven Cities of Gold Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations Glitter in the sun like a revelation Distant as a comet or a constellation A man can lose himself, in a country like this Rewrite the story Recapture the glory A man could lose his life, in a country like this Sunblind and friendless Frozen and endless The nights grow longer, the father I go Wake to aching cold, and a deep Sahara of snow That gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate