Fatima's Gold

The sun shines brightly upon the lot
Whilst in heaven they moan
and in hell they mourn
The songs of freedom befriend them lot

Show them the meaning of it all
The greater scheme, the bigger plan
and if there be none
A hoax on em all

to all who hear she calls, "come home to the desert"
She lives in the desert sands
far greater than any other land
Fatima lives in the desert, Fatima lives on

One by one they fade, one by one they die
Goodbye one, goodbye all
The dead alchemist churns blood into gold
But Fatima lives in the desert, Fatima lives on

To make this desert my home I come
Just to find hell and heaven in one
I weep, I moan, I mourn
To find the visage but now she's gone

The sun shines brightly on my face
Singing those songs of freedom
Realizing that this life is not hoax but a mirage
Fatima lives in the desert
But Fatima is simply not home