Small road between dry hills
Follows lost travelers to hungry freaks
They"re callous and they haven"t fears
One wail in their desolate crypt.

It means that new victim
Is tantalizing by callous freaks
It means that it\s begging
Of fearless day in my desert.

My desert became so wild
Too many years ago.
It was executioners" line
For hungry bloody souls

But new wail in desolate crypt
Means that again victim
Is tantalizing by callous freaks
It means that it\s begging
Of fearless day in my desert.

But after fearless day begin
Night that full of horror
Snakes hissing following
Lost travelers to kingdom of terror