As you walk upon stolen ground 
You find, through the strongholds of your mind, 
Silent sound 
Through the heather and open stream, 
You go to a place that’s young and gold, 
Where you can be 

Keep on walking 
Follow your kin 
Sierra planes 
When this thing’s done 
Hope my kingdom 
Will break and fade 
Masquerade 

Flexing toes in fresh green grass 
Revelling and channeling joy, 
Free at last 
These castle walls, tasselled and torn, 
Left behind 
For nature knew that 
Goodness and forest tops in spring bring peace of mind 

Keep on walking 
Follow your kin 
Sierra planes 
When this thing’s done 
Hope my kingdom 
Will break and fade 
Masquerade 

You’re tired of the fear and grey of all 
That you have seen everywhere you fall, 
And so you have left these [bad word] tall, 
To heed to the mountain call 

Never ever wanna be captured hiding 
Never ever wanna hear the sound of silence 

Keep on walking, 
follow your kin 

Sierra planes 

When this thing’s done 
I hope my kingdom will break and fade