Running west Oasis is so far Venomous thoughts Are running through your vessels God for others But worm for unknown Power is nothing When power is sand The razor of blade Is rusty and weak Your faith is on edge of the fall You fought and you win The place in the grave In palace for flesh and for bones Triumphator... Prey the Gods of rain and Earth Not the "holy" one And your sword will be as flint A ray of rebirth and hope Triumphator...