The Hunter, The Heart, were here from the star
There's no one on Earth, that can tear them apart
The Heart that I speak of, is a monument to me
In the middle of the desert, where everyone can see
The hunter is the native man, who compliments this land
Around for many years, he's walked the burning sands
Together! Both well known, to people everywhere
I speak Pure Black, and Desert Red, What beauty can Compare.