take the high road to the sea on the lost coast is where we ll meet beat the devil at his game come turn the world on again the golden age is on us only to be left waiting for the tables to turned empire is corrupted exile is returned come to turn the world on again they made a desolation but they re calling it a peace alexander s treasure box is buried by the trees silence at the nation silence of the void come turn the world on again take the high road to the sea on the lost coast is where we ll meet beat the devil at his game come turn the world on again sardonic are the daggers wistful are the words all of it it misses from the lost coast empire is corrupted exile is returned come to turn the world on again take the high road to the sea on the lost coast is where we ll meet beat the devil at his game come turn the world on again