The wind from the east… The tide from the west… Meet where the gold lies buried best. Through the dunes and the harbor smoke, Sails like ghosts where the stars awoke, Silver moon on a crimson sea, The desert hums its melody. Sands and sails, the drumbeats roll, The sea takes flesh, the sun takes soul, In the wind we trade our fate, Gold for freedom, love for hate. Ruby eyes and a dagger’s gleam, Markets hum with a siren’s dream, Hurdy-gurdy, oud and skin, Dance, my crew, let the storm begin! Sands and sails, the drumbeats roll, The sea takes flesh, the sun takes soul, In the wind we trade our fate, Gold for freedom, love for hate. Ho! — raise the mast! Ho! — strike it fast! Drums of war and silk and flame, East or west, it’s all the same! We sail by stars, we walk on sand, The devil draws the line by hand…
