The dry and deathly trail.
Now covered with a veil.
Drew each head to face the ground.
Each body cold and frail.
The beating drums, the only sound...
All ready to set sail.
Ashes.. take me back to earth...
Water.. quench my human thirst...
Ashes.. take me back to earth...
Water.. quench my human thirst...
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