From the sands of the desert Fate arrives a new king God of gold and of pleasure All will bow to the ring Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war Prince of tides from the wasteland All will pass in his stead Cities die in the pathway Dunes that run crimson red Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war Into the eye of vision He has the conquest of the war, of war