Текст песни
A lamp of brass forgotten in the sand
A whispered word a seal by a hidden hand
The moon observes the tales we never tell
In the well of time their echoes swell
A flight on carpets woven out of dusk
A genie's sigh a scent of ancient musk
The gates are closed the treasures turned to dust
Only the desert wind guards what we trust
Silent dunes
Echo of a rhyme
Far away
The last tale sleeps beneath the stars' cold light
The last tale sleeps
All stories fade into the endless night
