Running west
Oasis is so far
Venomous thoughts
Are running through your vessels
God for others
But worm for unknown
Power is nothing
When power is sand
The razor of blade
Is rusty and weak
Your faith is on edge of the fall
You fought and you win
The place in the grave
In palace for flesh and for bones
Triumphator...
Prey the Gods of rain and Earth
Not the "holy" one
And your sword will be as flint
A ray of rebirth and hope
Triumphator...
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