Petra's Cor Video (MV)

Reaching out across some barren wasteland
The arid field of your mind
Could end the drought?
Reveal the treasure
I see the flood growing wide

Brought me again to the gates of Al-Khazneh
Sinking in, drinking the colour of the crags...

In a spell I sat and rose through quicksand
I couldn't run from your ire
My words were weakened, brittle as brimstone
From a stream running dry

But I emerge at those vivid vibrant gates
Drinking the cool, revitalizing petrichor
Break free again, crested and crashed upon the shore

I breathe again...
I breathe again...
I breathe again...
I'm free again...