I crossed the jungle to the Nasca lines And found myself on ancient runways
Sacrifice...abandoned by the Gods Human life...Who will remain?
They're only visible from crafts in flight So who created all these patterns?
Perfect lines...carved into the stone Strange designs...answers unknown
that brought them to this end? Or seven years of drought?
I took a walk along the Nasca lines And felt the force of ancient powers
Tales of lives...safe within the stone Whose designs?...we'll never know,