In the season of the sun Living beat out on the run Feeling dead and looking worse He's the wizard, king of dirt
Covered in the twirling sands Raise the wizards heavy hand Carving notches in the bone Turning lifeblood into stone Looking for what was a man In the driest desert land Those who seek him find a curse End up wandering in their thirst
Dirt Devil rips the countryside The spells are clawing at your mind Dirt Wizard cleaving through the Earth The time has come for his rebirthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
