| The red dunes are my home
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| Far away from the black Earth
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| I have to wait for the barbarians
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| To come and worship me again
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| Nightly I save you all from the serpent
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| Which stalks the world with no end
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| But you still kill me and castrate
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| Turning me into my victim
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| I am trampled by those whom I save
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| Despised down and up the river
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| The double slayer, the isolator
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| Set, the lord of desert, is me
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| Riding the storms of sand so alien I am
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| You can’t even give me the head
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| There would be no life and rebirth
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| Without my fratricide and fight with the bird
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| Yet, you break my statues
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| And spear them for a sign
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| Of ungodly displacement
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| And banishment to the edge of the night
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| I am trampled by those whom I save
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| Despised down and up the river
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| The double slayer, the isolator
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| Set, the lord of desert, is me |