Oh…
Skin burned to leather, endless the pain
Struggling against the heat
Are people to die for a building campaign?
Treaded like lifeless meat?
Bridled to follow the orders of Thebes
Driving the lot insane
Short-lived, encircled, degraded, the eagles
A caravan of pain
And their sorrow will last till tomorrow
And they long for the poisonous
A thousand times I've stung the day
Dragged along the Nile
Man too cheer, a sinister priest
I'm stuck into a pile
Perfect programs
High proficiency
You celebrate and clap but you forgot those men
Who left their marks on me
And their sorrow will last till tomorrow
And they long for the poisonous
A song from the desert
Revealing its secret to me
Easily, I hear them creep
The kings of the desert
Concealing their glamor from me
'Cause they feel what I need
Oh…
Oh…
A song from the desert
Revealing its secret to me
Easily, I hear them creep
The kings of the desert
Concealing their glamor from me
'Cause they feel what I need
The slaves of the desert
Concealing their glamor from me
'Cause they feel… what I need…
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