Part 1: Scimatar moon
Don't you forget the echoes of time
Won't you regret the losing of minds
In my dreams I'm searching
Across the desert sands for you
Scimatar moon is guiding me close to your side
Part 2: Voyage
Voyage, voyage
Voyage, voyage
Wilderness to wilderness
I traveled from afar
On the soft wind of the Nadq
Came fragrance of Araar
Splendor of a thousand suns shone glory in my path
No love more pure and rage more fierce
Could still my beating heart
Voyage, voyage
Voyage, voyage
Part 3: Promise
So
Should I return
Am I Dead Yet ?
The pen they say is mightier than the sword,
but don't for a minute believe a lying word.
They'll do anything to try and sell their ware,
they've got no morals and they really don't care.
Am I, am I dead yet ?
They've got the freedom others haven't got,
they get away with murder and we do not.
Sensationalise anything that's dull,
it can't go on the street if it's not full.
The cheapo porn is bound to get the men,
think twice when it has a reading age of ten.
Trivial stories get caught in their net,
and they can bury you if you're a threat.