| Where the water has vanished, in the heat of the day
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| this world is bare and divides the fleeting rains
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| This is the land of gods in exile,
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| here the death of man remains in silence
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| We walked into the desert
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| buried into the sand
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| They still die in this desert
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| alone in this land
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| Their graves mark this land of no water
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| looking out of miles, the wind beyond eternity
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| What morbid grievous infinity of distance
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| such horror hovers all over the scene
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| The mighty spirit full of angry and bitterness
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| the dust behind in sunlight and mist
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| Endlessly flowing the yellow sand
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| digging graves with our bare hands
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| In a virgin sky the sun already dead
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| the desert, the desert, the desert I feel
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| we hang our death and rest in peace
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| Cursed be the gold, cursed be the gods
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| the desert, the desert, the desert I feel
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| we hung our skin and disappeared
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| As it came through the anguish, as it came through the fear
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| burning skies crown the cities of sand
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| A thousand years of wandering remained in silence
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| We prayed into the desert
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| buried into the sand
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| They still die in this desert
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| alone in this land
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| Alone in this land
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| We yell under the stars
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| We dreamed into the desert,
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| the Kingdom has come
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| The only heritage, lost souls and scars |