Alba s touto skladbou:
The Knife Feels Like Justice,
We traveled through this land a thousand years ago
We were the first to see the purple skies
I wondered round the desert in a mask of gold
I left a thousand things for you to find
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand
The days grow long the nights are getting warmer
The rains are few beneath the blazing sun
Traveling fathers finding little water
The time has come when we must play this world
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand
Round and round
Our lifetime goes
Where does it end
Someone must know
I've got a family now but you wouldn't know them
They're beaten down so hard they can hardly stand
We used to live so brave so free like an eagle
Now they make us live like a crippled man
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand
