Healing his filthy skin Grieving of a shameful sin Waiting for the master's hand As he wandered an endless grey land As he stayed down Clutching the roots and soil Bleeding with the earth In the arms of the drift Waiting for the master's hand As he wandered an endless grey land As he stayed down Clutching the roots and soil Bleeding with the earth In the arms of the drift He marched the land Craving the touch of sun And sand And only years lay ahead Wished for lease Clutching the thread of time And holding the forever lie Healing his filthy skin Grieving of a shameful sin Waiting for the master's hand As he wandered an endless grey land As he stayed down Clutching the roots and soil Bleeding with the earth In the arms of the drift