We’ve been living a lie without a sacred tomb
Slowly stripping ourselves, no smoke allowed
Digging a cell to hold in the middle of nowhere
It’s leaving a truth inside an open mind

No sound of mine is revealing a bell
A land of ghosts has been wiped from these shores

Atlantis is rising
Its temples are dry
Yes we know that our tomb will come
Let’s use spacetime before we’re turned to stone
Racing against the laws for all that’s passed
To leave a grain for the older ones

No sound of mine is revealing a bell
A land of ghosts has been wiped from these shores

We were never supposed to believe the words they said
With the grace of the wind it all disappeared
When the sun stands alone she can never be found again
The ash of Simone was left to prevent us from our sins

Atlantis is rising
Its temples are dry