歌词
Verse 1:
In the whispers of the wind, through the sands of time,
Ancient lands we seek, in forgotten climes.
From the maps of old, we draw the lines,
Tracing back the cities, lost to endless nights.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient topography, secrets in the earth,
Unfolding tales of empires, of culture and of birth.
With every stone unearthed, with every script revealed,
The echoes of our history are once again unsealed.
Verse 2:
In Egypt's golden deserts, by the Nile's flow,
Papyrus scrolls we find, with knowledge they bestow.
The streets of Rome and Athens, mapped with intricate care,
Show the grandeur of the past, in the structures that were there.
Bridge:
Cartographers of yore, with their ink and quill,
Mapped the ancient landscapes, each valley and each hill.
Their works, a legacy, on parchment and on stone,
Guide us through the past, to worlds we've never known.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient topography, secrets in the earth,
Unfolding tales of empires, of culture and of birth.
With every stone unearthed, with every script revealed,
The echoes of our history are once again unsealed.
Verse 3:
From Mesopotamian plains to Indus River's edge,
The cities rise and fall, histories they pledge.
Archaeologists dig deep, in layers of the past,
Deciphering the symbols, in relics they’ve amassed.
Outro:
So let us honor those, who charted ancient lands,
Their maps a bridge through time, drawn by steady hands.
In the ruins and the relics, in the maps so grand,
Lies the story of humanity, written in the sand.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient topography, secrets in the earth,
Unfolding tales of empires, of culture and of birth.
With every stone unearthed, with every script revealed,
The echoes of our history are once again unsealed.
