Chansim - The Desert Wind
Words & Music: Aryana, October 2005
The desert wind blows hot and strong
You'll never know from where he'll come
The desert wind with fiery breath
The wind that carries slaver's death.
He's waiting there beneath the sand
His people swarm across the land
To battle caravans of pain
The slaves are free, the slavers slain.
He roams the streets searching for prey
There is no price too high to pay.
They'll follow him with frightened eyes
Until they see their freedom rise.
He finds them in the mines so dark,
He finds them with a brothel's mark
He leads them in the desert night
They vanish under stars so bright.
So harken, all ye slavers bold
And try to keep the slaves you hold
The wind is Blowing hot and strong
You'll never know the day he'll come!
Watch out, slave hunters - the Wind is after you, and he brings death!