this landscape has died
passed away in ancient times
all that remains is sand
you cannot survive here
you cannot survive here
the late afternoon sun will burn you
and the early evening winds will turn you to dust
but if you make it until morning
but if you make it until morning
the dawn will grace you with its early light
and the dunes will allow safe passage along their pristine crests
you are at peace
you are at peace
alone in this foreign land
