Текст песни Tikdabra - Isgaard

Made of sand
A wide open land
Strong dusty wind hurts his eyes
Landscape blurs
Reality fades out
The plain spreads out in disguise

Dried-out land
Foe and friend merge in the end

Sunlight burns
He creeps across the ground
And leaves no footprint behind
Shapes so strange break in as he wipes out
The warnings sent out through his mind

Dried-out land
Foe and friend merge in the end