What a special taste has desert sand that seeps all through my skin 
No more unreal shapes of caravans shall lead me to nothing fade away 
I tried to save what's left in my life fade away 
Heaven can wait and hell shall die 
Freedom - 
My desire 
Gratis - Not for to hire 
Sandsea - 
I'm a sailor 
Landlord of my port: 
Graveyard 
Burning witches of these desert lands 
Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can 
I will suck you out on all your tongues 
Firejuice 'til 
I get drunk 
Patience - 
My desire 
Gratis - Not for to hire 
Sandsea - 
I'm a sailor 
Landlord of my port: 
Graveyard 
Lonelyness that 
I fear for years 
What a good state and 
I have it here 
That's my aim and no one needs to bury me 
Wind bring me the sand to cover my end