Depressive Age - Port Graveyard lyrics

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