Port Graveyard
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
loneliness 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
