Music: J. Klemp, Lyrics: J. Lubitzki    What a special taste has desert sand  that seeps all through my skin  No more unreal shapes of caravans  shall lead me to nothing  fade away  I tried to save what's left in my life  fade  away  Heaven can wait and hell shall die    Freedom - My desire  Gratis - Not for to hire  Sandsea - I'm a sailor  Landlord of my port: Graveyard    Burning witches of these desert lands  Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can  I will suck you out on all your tongues  Firejuice 'til I get drunk    Patience - My desire  Gratis - Not for to hire  Sandsea - I'm a sailor  Landlord of my port: Graveyard    Lonelyness that I fear for years  What a good state and I have it here  That's my aim and no one needs to bury me    Wind bring me the sand  to cover my end