How long have I been here, walking the sand?
Wasting away in this oppressive heat
Watching the mortals far below you
High upon your throne believing that you are a god
But I know the secret, the secret place, the secret way
I think that you bleed like us, as easy as the rest
How long have I been here, walking the sand?
Wasting away in this oppressive heat
Come down from on high
Grace me with your presence
