From ship to shining shore   Out of an age when time was young   Across the silver ocean's floor   Their endless battle has begun      Chorus:      And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who see   They feast upon the desert land marching on   They burn upon the open hand blinding all who see   They feast upon the desert land   Marching, marching, marching mystery      She holds her weary head   Her heavy horsemen stand alone   It's for the living and the dead   To search their fortune far from home      Chorus      There is majesty, there is tragedy all in its place   Rank and file ever turning and moving the space      On paths of black and gold   They come with tales too dark to speak   But the fascination holds   Compels us on to search and speak      Chorus