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Intro: Hamsin - the bird of anger, Will race a sand. The black sun is a grief of desert The eternal rocks, the snow of hands Is the black flame.
1. The star shines. This is the black star, This is black sun - pain of desert. Why, star, why is there Ardent pain-blood on the old sand? The black sun is the black flame Of the menacing screams and the dead land. Why, star, why is there Ardent pain-blood on the old sand?
Chorus: The black sun is the horror of dark Ice of the grave - the funny mark. Death with desert keeps silent bond Heavy heaven and stone land. Will be refuge for divine hands Mysteries of the evil sands.
2. The land of dreams and Gods Without names and words. Hamsin the bird of embers Anger of the blind years. The black blood of the sun Runs into the sand - Into abyss again To the dumb dull pain. You are Nought in the Darkness Where all is the End... Only eternal and boundless In the black desert of the dead sands.