The desert in the blazing sun 
I feel my throat is burning 
The guard is incorruptable 
You name it vanity or yearning - oh 
Now - dusty wind into my face 
We gotta build it higher and higher 
Oh the sun is whipping from above 
Your child in chains of desire 
And craving towers 
From the desert towards the sky 
The grind of the genius 
Who's raising his own decline 
And the navigator is heading for hell 
Setting off on a journey 
And he'll never return 
And the navigator he rose and he fell 
In quest for heaven 
He'll never return 
Hey the seeker reaching for the stars 
Beyond the scape of profanity 
Oh and when he tried to touch the light 
Fire burned his sanity away 
Oh I gotta see it all 
Tempting deities 
I hear them 
But then when you follow their call 
Pride goes before the fall 
And the navigator...