Spirit of the Sands
Rifle in hand
All through the night
He sees the targets through his sites
They try to run, covering their head
For when he pulls the trigger they all fall dead
Those who are spared by his hands
Will know the Spirit of the Sands.
Rifle in hand
All through the night
He sees the targets through his sites
They try to run, covering their head
For when he pulls the trigger they all fall dead
Those who are spared by his hands
Will know the Spirit of the Sands.