Port Graveyard Lyrics - Depressive Age

What a special taste has desert sand 

that seeps all through my skin 

No more unreal shapes of caravans 

shall lead me to nothing 

fade away 

I tried to save what's left in my life 

fade 

away 

Heaven can wait and hell shall die 

Freedom - My desire 

Gratis - Not for to hire 

Sandsea - I'm a sailor 

Landlord of my port: Graveyard 

Burning witches of these desert lands 

Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can 

I will suck you out on all your tongues 

Firejuice 'til I get drunk 

Patience - My desire 

Gratis - Not for to hire 

Sandsea - I'm a sailor 

Landlord of my port: Graveyard 

Lonelyness that I fear for years 

What a good state and I have it here 

That's my aim and no one needs to bury me 

Wind bring me the sand 

to cover my end