I don't know, where they go, where they go Where are the children of men, question that we did not know When will we see them again, question that we did not know For queens and kings and shining things they gave our souls But they soon learned that freedom's better than gold In the days of old, these are the tales untold Sent forth as servants of truth for all of their sins we plead The world will deliver the youths, that's why they never let them flee A prince, a king will rise and sing to seize their souls As the world turns to freedom, it's better than gold In the days of old, these are the tales untold My God, my one salvation, my story, my foundation My life and all creation, cross the mountain, over the sea For what was then will rise again to seize our souls And they will learn that freedom's better than gold For all in the days of old, these are the tales untold Watch them, watch them, watch them rise and burn our place in history We have to communicate and learn our names for all to see Those kings and queens will be revealed within our souls As the world turns to freedom, it's better than gold In the days of old, these are the tales untold In the days of old Instrumental But they soon learn that freedom's better than gold In the days of old, these are the tales untold Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental