I slumber throught my years
Like the desert moves with the wind
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year
Has met it's end
A wanderer I am indeed
The son of the moon
And I will carry mountains soon
A burden I was for those who woke the sun
I threw their masks away, lit my torches,
And burned their eyes

Forgiven I never was

But I will carry mountains soon
A burden, is it not?

Kneeling I chose my faith,
While they lit the sun, and flew naked and blind
Over my desert fields