In this wasteland without any shadows
  There is no water for my dusty throat
  There is no rainbow days filled with silent sorrow
  And for our sins there are no antidotes.
  Eternal sand
  There is no end to his no man's land
  We all must pay
  For the piper we dance while he plays
  How many miles to Babylon
  How many years must I carry on.
  In this our endless searching for the Holy Grail
  There is no sleep for the souls who find no rest
  Ships of the desert without rigs or sails
  Flotsam and Jetsam floating from the west
  Eternal sand
  There is no end to his no man's land
  We all must pay
  For the piper we dance while he plays
  How many miles to Babylon
  How many years must I carry on