The following is a desert ballad sung by many sand sailors:
There's a place in the Si Wong where the lone wolves gather.
They drink and they talk about their recent travels.
Everyone's invited if they come alone.
If somebody brings another, they ain't making it home.
It's the rule of the town, every man for themselves.
Only the vicious survive atop this dangerous ground.
So be warned and watch out. Keep your head on a swivel.
You gotta have your own back, can't close your eyes for a little.
There's no trust in this camp, it's all liars and thieves.
But if you're fine with that, it's a great place to be.
It's got a place to dock your ship
if you don't want what you brought.
Has a brothel underground
if you want what they caught.
And every place like this has got a sheriff-
ours is hangin' on the wall.
His skin is dry, he doesn't speak,
and he's not alive at all.
There's a place in the Si Wong
where the lone wolves gather.
They drink and they talk
about their recent travels.
The blazing hot sun,
their most dangerous feats.
Unbelievable stories if you ever asked me.
I heard about a guy explorin' the sands
in search of a dragon known for bending the lands.
Tales of a crew looking for a lost ship
said to hold enough gold that it would make me too rich.
But I never believe what I don't see with my eyes.
Call me a skeptic, I don't trust these guys.
So whatever you do, keep your head on a swivel.
You gotta have your own back, can't close your eyes for a little.
There's no trust in this camp, it's all liars and thieves.
But if you're fine with that, it's a great place to be.
I'm talkin 'bout that place in the Si Wong
where the lone wolves gather.
They drink and they talk about their recent travels.
Everyone's invited if they show up on their own.
If somebody brings another, well, they ain't making it home.
It's the rule of the town, every man for themselves.
Only the vicious survive on this dangerous ground.
There's no trust in this camp, it's all liars and thieves.
But if you're fine with that, it's a great place to be.