Portugal

Hollowed and holy Borrowed and brand The map's not the mountain The lay is not the land The waters of portugal Beloved new The waters of anywhere As a city blooms All that I love will disappear Even if I stay So I myself am going where My nervous blood will sway Lost and leaving my fate And on the twelth day I'll take a stand One ghost of many I'll raise my hand All that I love will disappear Even if I stay So I myself am going where My nervous blood will sway Lost and leaving my fate