What a special taste has desert sand that seeps all through my skin No more unreal shapes of caravans shall lead me to nothing fade away I tried to save what's left in my life fade away Heaven can wait and hell shall die
Freedom - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Burning witches of these desert lands Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can I will suck you out on all your tongues Firejuice 'til I get drunk
Patience - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Lonelyness that I fear for years What a good state and I have it here That's my aim and no one needs to bury me