keeping the ancient bones in this god forsaken dessert
Keeping the ancient temples guardian of light
Lost in the days of heat burning my skin to the bone drinking my own blood
Watering the tombs the gods of the underworld in peace to stay
Facing madness growing in the minds sickness of wicked affluence
Lords of the highest courts please let me know
How long do I have to keep this loathed position on this rock like Prometheus by the vultures
of insanity eaten, by the madness of addiction inflicted pain, by the hope of ambition stricken ?
Oh gods of the high court is the any absolution of this sentence to guard the endless pit of fear ?
Traveling in the Dessert again in the night thirsty lost just the keeper of the ancient bones
Secrets kept by gods unknown to men yet known to the demigods
In black silk riding the camel through this dessert only a dream is left to decode and then
there is no death just bigger circles, hypnotic dances , narcotic substances, endless stories of heroes long forgotten over this blue very blue sea beyond this dessert…