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Verse 1]**  
In a dead desert, a weary sphinx lies dormant,  
Years and centuries crawl wearily by.  
Somewhere, kingdoms wage war and perish, it’s certain,  
Hardly anyone sees it beneath heaps of sand, nearby.  

**[Chorus]**  
Everything’s vanity, evil rages obsessively,  
Goodness groans in the executioner’s insatiable hands.  
The weary sphinx dozes — it’s fortunate, see:  
No whip or sword’s sting tests it, no demands.  

**[Verse 2]**  
And in its stone heart, a muffled beat resounds,  
Its life is eternity — condemned to rest profound.  
It won’t fall in love, won’t give battle, won’t take a stand,  
Won’t follow others, nor lead them across the land,  
With a weary smile, watching the world’s commotion —  
In the dead desert, the eternal keeper of time’s devotion.  

**[Verse 3]**  
Tuning my guitar strings, I’ll begin to sing,  
Happiness and pain are born in the songs I bring.  
In my songs, lament and laughter will entwine,  
Evil and good will divide the world, a line so fine.  

Let the sphinx sneer and stay silent, I say,  
I can’t see, stay quiet, or wait — that’s not my way.  
My guitar strings are calling, my heart beats so fast,  
Let it freeze there — I was born to burn, at last.