Sleep well priest, to eternity Thanks priest, you have been a father to me See all these tears that I can not cry Because, as the wind I will fight My heart feels dry.
Now, walking on olg golden waves I follow the wind of the sea of sand. Flying away from your grave, I follow the wind of which I am the slave
I am a whirlwind of fire And the sand burns my skin Flying higher and higher By the wings of my screams
The vortex is leading me To a world of agony Drowning me into the golden sea.
Walking out, Khym saw a man held up his hand He was Tyro, lord of the nomad kings And master of the desert wind
Congratulations, dead priest Stronger than you were, your student is Since he defied the sand storm And the vortex of Kaltaz all alone.
I make him one of my sons I can feel the faith beating under his skin Forgetting what the young could have done Tyro gave the lands which (now) would obey to Khym
I master the vortex Spring and fountain of agony I am khym Sheikh of the golden sea
The vortex is leading me To a world of agony Drowning me into the golden sea.
Sleep well, priest, to eternity
Men and women must be free to be considered alive (x3)