I'd fought and triumphed for Ar's Home Stone
Lived through trials and tribulations
Taken from the city I'd known
I awakened to the realisation
Torn from the greatest beauty of all
My companion who stood proud and tall
Daughter of the Uba of Ar
I will find you no matter how far

Will I feel again the feathered Tarn glide
Over the River Vosk to the Sardar
Where the Priest Kings toy with men from afar
Fly walk or crawl to their mountain laire
I'll give my last breath
I'll dare the flame death to end this reign of terror

Upon a dune my eyes behold
Women to be sold for bronze and gold
Their shoulders and their faces burned
As the sun rose and Gor turned

A train of bodies clad Kajira
Whipped and bid march forth
Bosoms dripping sweat and tears
Forced to cross the Counter Earth

Do I dare attack to free these slaves
And send them all to early graves
Raise my sword arm to defy
The Natural Order of the Gorean life

Had I been deceived, my violent ends duped
A priest offered trust with antennae drooped
Sarm's plan revealed; Misk had risked all
To save the last egg or his race would fall
A man and a god had become as brothers
United in will to to defend from the Others
The First Born defeated yet destruction's at hand
I go to find what was lost from the wandering bands

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.