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Walking in the blazing sand

Scars and scabs upon my hands

How did I end up this way?

Sun is burning on my skin

Tears are rolling down my chin

Wind picking up far away

Now I’m stepping in the sandstorm

Fighting for my life I roam

Going through the gates of Hell

See the desert cast its spell

Air and dust scratching my face

My footsteps leaving no trace

Everything is turning gray

Slowly skies are getting clear

Salvation is growing near

At least for another day

Now I’m stepping in the sandstorm

Fighting for my life I roam

Going through the gates of Hell

See the desert cast its spell

Now I’m stepping in the sandstorm

Fighting for my life I roam

Going through the gates of Hell

See the desert cast its spell

Will I step out of the sandstorm?

Or will sand be my last home?

Going through the gates of Hell

See the desert cast its spell