Desert sands majestic still waters where a land ends And another begins. Where the furious river says Calm tranquil and the first cataract falls we built a Circle with 19 rocks and light a fire of perfumed wood The flame that is holding the keys of Nasser between The sand and the heart of the black. Precious ivory From unfair murders – perfumed spices and finest Ostrich Feathers all in the fire creating smells of the past Between the sand and the heart of the black. Like a Virgin woman who lived ages in ash tempted to enter the Hall of the spirits my final thought in the land of the Land of the living. I want now-now to meet all the Figures the flame that is holding The keys of Nasser. As free as the Spirits I am calling this day come Now appear from this red-skin fire Come in a world designed from nothing. I welcome the spirits of Earthen glory The mother of the Sun NUT stands Before me all in the fire smells from the Past between the sand and the heart of The black. A wind now blows from the Depths of the south sings the native sands Of the vow. I welcome the spirits of Earthen glory the mother of the Sun NUT stands before me – all in the fire Smells from the past between the sand And the heart of the black. A shape of A woman appears to me a distant figure For a mortal to see.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
