<< Magic Carpet Ride >>
--- Stratovarius
Let me take you to the faraway places, where
you've never been. To the orient lands. Soon you
will notice the mountains and forests, We're flying
over them now.
Don't you be afraid, just take my hand as we race
with four winds.
Welcome to the land of mystery, welcome to the
land of secrets. This is no ancient history,
We are flying through the gates of Babylon.
Allah is speaking us all with his mighty voice,
Bowing his power as we go down. This magic
carpet ride is not a dream to us, it's really
happening now.
Welcome to the land...