[T.E. Lawrence] Born in England, religious raised A hazy dream the world to face Indifferent to joy and pain, no measuring Never ending games Ride, only ride on the wings of the desert storm (and your) Pride, burning pride, its hunger's fed when yourself is gone He tired to join the army then He was denied, they had too much men He studied then the ancient times Digging up relics and signs [Pre...] Karkamish was where it all began He joined on armies' service then The Suez-Channel was to banned [Pre...] The ghost, the gallant rider on the edge of the desert storm A miracle written in the sand, the desert plans for eternity Feisal was the only chance To join the tribes to cross Turkish plans Aqaba was the mighty key To end the siege to make them free [Pre & Chorus...] "I will go if you will go to cross the deadly plains" "I am here, the world to show what you are able to face" The sand is grinding the face Dust is clouding their trace The sun burns out their mind Slowly, like the sand rules the time Wing of dark, vultures fly The wind, the last battle cry 'Aqaba' He lived his life of tragedy without a home No place to flee Distracted soul caught in its face, from the start Without a chance He tried to free Arabia from its siege But he'd gone to far He paid his price on the desert plains He'd lost his soul, he'd lost his trace [Pre & Chorus...] The ghost the gallant soldier, A splitted soul game with the wind His mind was bound to the western world His heart belongs to the desert plains eternally!
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