The cave mouth chews and digests
Our people and their dreamings
The old cracked wrinkles in the ground
A mother’s face
The tears and strains of time
Sand glow and unity
Golden reward abounding
The road is long my brothers
The desert cries like a horn in the night
“Arise! Arise to danger!”
Legends grow from sand like this
There’s a mist within us all
We grow to know it like a friend
We are ghosts my brothers
We are all that is left of the old ways
Dying breeds of men
Echoes in the fault lines
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