Under the dark light of the sun, 'neath the pale shadow of the moon
In that strange land where angels dread to roam,
That place where demons dare not loom.
Tis in that land which chills the gods unto their bones,
I stride to and fro; wandering as I please about the dunes
In that place where all others fear to moan,
I stand up tall and exalt the land with my intrepid croons.
For tis in that sacred realm, that I am home.