Lost in the desert for reasons unknown An extensive barren plain before you A gruesome affliction; the heat of the sun Don't really know in what direction to go
Make your way in the loose sand No protecting shade in this hostile land It's not the hunger but it's the thirst The awful suffering which vexes you worst
Hallucinations; thirst drives you insane The shrinking of your skin, bursting lips your body-fluid is floating away The claws of death got you in their grip
'Water' is your last word As your internal organs decay Dehydrated, emaciated Your life slowly fades away
Vultures circling in the sky peeling the flesh from a corpse Blankened bones are all that's left Dehydration as the death the cause
Another cadaver in the loose sand Not the last victim of this hostile land Without any water you won't last Die in the desert, death comes fastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
