Sleep well priest, to eternity
Thanks priest, you have been a father to me
See all these tears that I can not cry
Because, as the wind I will fight
My heart feels dry.

Now, walking on olg golden waves
I follow the wind of the sea of sand.
Flying away from your grave,
I follow the wind of which I am the slave

I am a whirlwind of fire
And the sand burns my skin
Flying higher and higher
By the wings of my screams

The vortex is leading me
To a world of agony
Drowning me into the golden sea.

Walking out, Khym saw a man
held up his hand
He was Tyro, lord of the nomad kings
And master of the desert wind

Congratulations, dead priest
Stronger than you were, your student is
Since he defied the sand storm
And the vortex of Kaltaz all alone.

I make him one of my sons
I can feel the faith beating under his skin
Forgetting what the young could have done
Tyro gave the lands which (now) would obey to Khym

I master the vortex
Spring and fountain of agony
I am khym
Sheikh of the golden sea

The vortex is leading me
To a world of agony
Drowning me into the golden sea.

Sleep well, priest, to eternity

Men and women must be free
to be considered alive (x3)