The setting of the sun breaths high o'er the sea
As we sit thirsty in the desert dust
The last of our people burned to dust
As we sit thirsty in the desert dust
The last of our saviors burned away to dust
As we sit thirsty in the desert dust
O'er each hill we seek our green refuge
As we sit thirsty in the desert dunes
The master of chaos rules his desert lands
The master of evil goes across the sea
We search for our father but he is nowhere to be found
As we sit thirsty for a drop of blood