Far beyond the desert road (where everything ends up)
So good, the empty space, mental erase, forgive, forgot

Heal them — Bright fire from a gun
Kneeling — My God is the Sun
Heal them — With fire from above
Kneeling— My God is the Sun

I don´t know what time it was (I don´t wear a watch)
So good, to be ant, who crawls, atop a spinning rock

Heal them—Bright fire from a gun
Kneeling—My God is the Sun
Heal them—With fire from above
Kneeling— My God is the Sun
See them kneeling? Godless heathens

Godless heathens always want from the sky.