Hand Of Gold, Man Of Stone

Goldenhand, Jewel of rusted sands
The wind that blows sails from the east
Erodes the stone, golden gift from the sea
O' Sacred Mountain
Bread and breath
Guide our Hand
We bow our heads
«Our cup is full.»
«I do not belong, though stone am I.»
«The desert’s not my home. I will live where there is need.»
Sturdy of bow, heavy of hull
Sail swift, sail east
Sail home