Green vines wrap around the stone
Walking through the wild alone
Heavy air and humid heat
Muddy boots on jungle beat
Hidden city painted gold
Stories that the ruins hold
Silver light on temple walls
Wait until the empire falls
Jaguar eyes in yellow glare
Danger hanging in the air
Slipping through a narrow crack
No way left for turning back
Hidden traps in sandy floors
Opening the heavy doors
Old maps drawn in faded ink
Standing on a broken brink
Hidden city painted gold
Stories that the ruins hold
Silver light on temple walls
Wait until the empire falls
Flash the bulb to see the ghost
Where the ancient kings held host
Iron locks and heavy chain
Washing clean in tropic rain
Treading soft on mossy stairs
Climbing up the rocky layers
One last look at all the prize
Underneath the Mayan skies
Hidden city painted gold
Stories that the ruins hold
Silver light on temple walls
Wait until the empire falls
Just a snap of the lens.
The long journey ends.
