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    Running Wild »

    Running Wild The Ghost текст песни

    The Ghost

    [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


    Karkamish was where it all began
    He joined on armies’ service then
    The Suez-Channel was to banned


    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

    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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