| Mountains of bones and skulls in the sand
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| The death in this place never ends
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| Where are the hills, rivers and fields?
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| The desert is cruel indeed
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| Oh how much pain I feel
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| Could I believe this is real?
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| Oh what’s the use of fame?
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| My efforts would all be in vain
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| Life still continues for a hundred lost souls
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| But thirst will transform them to ghouls
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| Even a king can fall from his throne
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| If rain is an old memory gone
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| Lord won’t you care for them?
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| This omen was foretold for men
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| Lord I won’t take your place
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| I’m here for the entire human race
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| Here comes the water, the magic from the sky
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| Rain is worth my sacrifice
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| Here comes the water to melt what’s petrified
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| To wash away the clash of times
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| Lord I won’t take your place
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| But magic will help the human race
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| Here comes the water, the magic from the sky
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| Rain is worth my sacrifice
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| Here comes the water to melt what’s petrified
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| To wash away the clash of times
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| Wash away the clash of times |