Sand for miles, cloak of freedom, uncharted path of heathen. The dagger of decision, silence for salvation. Voices call beneath the rubble our temples crack and crumble. Banishment from the homeland, night shrouds the blood-stained hand. The barren land the wind will show... The barren land the wind will show The Barkhan dunes won't rise anymore. Kindred spirits in denial, await the slow arrival Of death that is not final, witness the unreal! On our shores now lands the terror we stand our last endeavor. The sands of time and vigor, we will not die in scorn! The barren land the wind will show... The barren land the wind will show The Barkhan dunes won't rise anymore. The sea prevails the times of yore, The Barkhan dunes will rise no more.