Old monk, the countless Yezdi rides, the passion in your eyes, Old monk, the countless Yezdi rides, the passion in your eyes,

Magic coloured in black, Roaming around the skies. Magic coloured in black, Roaming around the skies.

Baby I ain't a monk And I never went to shaolin Baby I ain't a monk And I never went to shaolin

The salty seas of the mother’s heart, Flows beyond the banking reefs, The darkness of the engulfin... The salty seas of the mother’s heart, Flows beyond the banking reefs, The dark...

I wanna be a monk Seeking peace /and filling love in my trunk/ I wanna be a monk Seeking peace /and filling love in my trunk/

Centuries have passed and will pass failing to quench the thirst of death... Greedy or rather devote... Centuries have passed and will pass failing to quench the thirst of death... Gre...