This barren sea of fire and sand
Prophets call this “holy land”
Pious zeal that spreads like rust
To see men dying over dust

The arid wind tears at my face
A thousand miles from your embrace
Remembering songs that you’d recite
Wary that this fight is

All in vain? Will I ever feel the frozen winds again?
And hear you beckoning my name?

And in my dreams dusted in white
You remain my guiding light
Watch the embers burn together, forever
Across the fire, across the sand
I feel you longing for my hand
Save me from this “promised land”

Another thousand leagues today
Do I dare to disobey
Sell my sword; forsake my king
End this suffering, and

Stay the pain? Will I ever feel the frozen winds again?
And hear you beckoning my name?

Pray in vain! Will I ever feel the frozen winds again?
And hear you beckoning my name?

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