Sleepingly I wander Through the deserted land. Flaming wind burns my body. I hear something circling above me. No, I will not sleep, I´ll go on. My eyes are closed, but ears hear all. They want to get me, but I´m still awake. I will not run, but not let them To catch me. They never get, What I´m looking for. I´m becoming a part of the sand storm, The seventh day of sorrow, the joy of fear. No, you don´t understand me, Though you listen to me. No, I´m not afraid, I don´t understand myself. Now I just dream and They are disappearing in the storm. It´s not me now, Only the dust stays in the snad. I´m becoming a part of this storm The seventh day of sorrow, the joy of fear.