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Yes we are flying toward the three moons

Above the sands of this red desert

The ruins of Petra are nice in the red glare

The stone carved for eternity

Six miles of camel's road awaits the strangers

The mystic journey cast away the spleen

The majestic endeavor to the thoughts buried in the sand

To the oasis, and faster! To the enchanting waters of Juruf Al Darawish!

Six Stars as Six Diamonds arise at the horizon

Night and cold is the new cloak that choke the air

Please turn the violins off in the background

The baron is ready for the initiation!

A line was drawn to indicate the ritual

A trance to submit the factor of life and death

Assignable to fire and water to discover the genesis

Together in that infertile ground

Like a terrible sandstorm or white avalanche

Smoke mirrors build the fog in absolute

May the seagull be with this story?

Or maybe a minute in an unknown life-train

Six indigenes are scared by th giant unknown

Six Men are going down to look

The one who is the real Gilgamesh

Not a fake soul seller in the red desert