For the one who walks alone under the circle around the moon
The river has turned to coal
Send us on a trip to find the nectar of our god
Read us through the sterile sand the desert's always known
Guide us through the lonely hearts the weather's rightly claimed
Shine the way to salvation
Lead us through the golden light with this heavy crown we've won
The desert god is cloaked in heat
He's sweating out our sins
A foolish trip, the devil's trick to pull down with him
Whistling winds on the highest plane
In the darkest night, and the driest time we have known