Mournful quires how they can sing Away out upon the most deserted land~ Away out into the deserts vast Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~ An endless landscape onward spreads Where there's nobody to be found~ To be caught our here is to know fear So burning hot the ground~ Silence sings its mournful song Like a quire of sheer warning~ To stay too long is to die And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~ The nights they are as cold as cold The days hotter than one can bare~ Not a place to love with grace To go one better had prepare~ No water to be found around Only naturals survive~ And then with fright they appear at night In order to live there and stay alive~ Not a place to be in a sandy sea Most of all if your alone~ The desert plays games with ones mind Having wish you'd stayed at home~ And all the while for every day,night and mile The quire of silence sings~ From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning As the hottest sun it stings~ The singing of the silence Can send a man insane~ All in a short while and for every mile To leave this place never to go again~ So many can tell of stories so well Of very near not ever coming home~ No such thing as luck if out there your stuck And left there to survive alone~ Best is to know of it and thus survive Never allowing it your soul to thus own As within it can a thousand spirits ride Ignoring it can see you ever safely home