Venicium - In Zion's Land

Golan’s fields, Zion’s hills

Negev’s sands like golden tides

The voices cry, they do not die


Silent trance

Ancient grace


In every stone and leaf, we see

The timeless dance of land and sea


In Zion’s land where hills arise

The sun adorns the big blue skies

The Jordan flows through deep lands

A river of silent hands

With hope’s flame, we light the night

Through grief’s path, we stand and fight


The olive groves whisper tales

Of ancient winds and old sails


In Zion’s land where hills arise

The sun adorns the big blue skies


Zion’s heart beats ever true

In each sunrise, dreams renew