O sands, the sands,
Tell me a story.
Tell me of hot, forgotten lands
Where fishes dance a dance still holy
And sing a song of ages lost.
Whisper of dark, forbidden secrets
And how a dragon used to swim
Through crystal skies,
And hero’s folly
Was turned around through luck and whim.
O, Sands! Show me mirage of landscapes
And dreams forgotten, yet alive;
So that I may, in gentle darkness,
Abandon all,
Breathe free and fly.