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Hot sand is all me
singeing my skin, my face
I'm longing for water
morgana in the haze

I feel the strong irons of steel
and since seven
rusty chains strangle my
Sore weals are the whip's hot, seals
night and day
they seem to on my back

Arabian
of heat and pain and fright
I see the
the end of the
nights
stars of the desert on me
I feel the
the time's right to the chains and flee

thousand miles of torture
ten thousand all in a row
my eyes are dim fever
my vital is running low

I know that never let me go
I up my mind
to get away, to take a
whip, tonight I will flee your grip
I'll be off
daylight displaces the

nights...