Comrades suffer the dunes
where nether forces threatens.
A tempting choise - an awkward situation.
Lose-lose or lose-win, we lose on either outcome.

Lurking by the carpet of time
The mental age
The grapes of the ancient
the antimental will perish

There will be no savior
no hero of the light
Nothing can ease it
jailed in the desert

Quotes of the captain
remains in the sand
along with the glory
of prolonged reign

Lurking by the carpet of time 
The mental age
The grapes of the ancient
the antimental will perish

Now the throne belongs
to whoever rises first
And as the traitor I am
my lead is the greatest

Lurking by the carpet of time
The mental age
The grapes of the ancient
the antimental will perish - today