Summoning Riddim (Desert Rock Remix)

The dunes hum low where the wind bends, No star dares pierce the velvet sky, A lone cry trembles, soft, then high- Trace the voice that calls. Oh, the night will bend its ear, To the sighs that the sands hold dear, Let the echo chart the way, Trace the voice that calls. Moonlight spills like a silver thread, Weaving paths where the lost have tread, A mother's love in the hush it's said- Trace the voice that calls. Oh, the night will bend its ear, To the sighs that the sands hold dear, Let the echo chart the way, Trace the voice that calls. Dawn breaks soft on the golden crest, A nuzzle warm where the lost now rest, The dunes stand still, their song confessed- Trace the voice no more.. Oh, the night will bend its ear, To the sighs that the sands hold dear, Let the echo chart the way, Trace the voice no more..