Towers that shoulder your pride,

The words you've written in stone,

Sand will cover them, Sand will cover you.

The streets that suffer your name,

your very flesh and your bones,

sand will cover them, sand will cover you!

So do not trust, the talk of schmeels,

don't store your faith all up in their talk and tough,

as operatives break in to steal, and

touch you so that you cannot feel,

OH, we live in but a shadow of these schmeels...

Step out from time, hear Kaylees sexation,

Step out from time, see Simons vexation...

Haven will not sleep, until these streets are scoured clean,

with the blood of patriots from this far land,

But it ALL will undone, nothing built up by Blue Sun,

Can ever stand before the endless march of sand...

(Go through the second verse twice more, then reach a crescendo, and then...silence...)