The Dune
(Linja Meller)

It was in a cold sky clear spring night
an the south coast of the west side
rusty dead boats lying
dust dripping slightly sighing

that a young bone white girl
a damn old looking girl
ran with the wind
haunted by a wolf

Oh run run run
hide and flee from the sun

The desert was old
her heart grew cold
her soul was forlorn
our windwitch was born

For the love of this man I would run again and again and again

Her fate now is sealed
bad conscience is weird
she runs for the love
of a man who is gone