| The journey goes on through this white hot sand
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| Trapped as I am in these merciless lands
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| Salvation is miles and miles away
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| If ever alive I will reach the day
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| Circling high above
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| As this cruel relentless sun burns
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| A god with the power to breed or kill
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| My life to be given or taken at will
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| Yet others might thrive at my death it seems
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| So eager to the tone of their hungry screams
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| Circling high above
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| As this cruel relentless sun burns
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| This cruel, relentless scavenger sun burns
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| At the toll of death’s bells
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| Come outcasts of hell
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| To join in the feast of death
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| They bid me farewell
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| Circling high above
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| I can hear them, I can see them
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| As this cruel relentless sun burns
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| This cruel, relentless scavenger sun burns
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| Transcending at last
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| This realm I’ve surpassed
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| Now bound to prowl under the scavenger sun
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| Now I am bound under the scavenger sun |