A last look at the field of the dead the last glance of deceit sand whipe the white skin now I feel her choking me and bring me back to life Sertao - no living man shall see me mourn and weep a distant god says I'm his will - scorching heat of my land a place for my mind - such a drought for my soul life is a dream, I stare at the sea, dreams of dahomey I search for the land where snow grows - mother can you hear barefoot and blistered white king of the dahomey dahomey, the king of dahomey searching, yearning for something more something else than bones and flies this is my fault a kingdom kneeling on its chains a drought for my soul your eyes glint as you're threatening my life but have you ever seen true death? in my morbid boundless thirst you sill stare at the void into my eyes no life, no dreams, no past, no name white demon will reign with rage it's time for a mute deception in my land I was a snake dahomey, kneel before the ouster rage of dahomey if you hide underground the earth will speak I command the ants who are no longer dreaming of sand you'll see earth snakes and stands in awe for I command sand whips white skin of demons I feel her choking me and sand whips white skin of demons and bringing back to life white skinned, sand demons I feel her choking me and sand whips white skin of demons still alive dead kings will come to depose you then I will go and sleep so, now wall up the doors to the women's quarter as the mournTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
