travelling through the time moving slowly in the sand knowledge is the weapon against the hunger in the land solitude met herself lessons from the primal step memories from an ending life liars can t stop the tribes nomad nomad nomad nomad brother is the son of rape the blood that once unites wanna choose the way they die look inside their minds echoes in the actual tribe no longer sounds the ancient teachings failed movement of my culture my beliefs have no more tales who are you to criticize to judge and burn the tribes the world will be extinct and your flesh will rot with mine nomad nomad nomad nomad