Under the burning sun I see the caravans, they march Riding through the deserts fast, they will avenge Anubi's wrath Roaming endless eastern sands, no one can stop them anymore Jackal King, divine spectre, now leads the final war
Against them all - mortal is the army sworn to spill the blood Against all odds - merciless the steel to bring the killing flood
They will fight for freedom, on their way for the attack But there's no power from this world that will make them hold back
Where is now the sweet oasis to help them clench their thirst Only carcasses of souls defied their gods and have been cursed And the air is suffocating but there's nothing else to breathe So they're marching on to certain fate that lies beneath
Against them all - mortal is the army sworn to spill the blood Against all odds - merciless the steel to bring the killing flood
They will fight for freedom, on their way for the attack But there's no power from this world that will make them hold back Make them hold backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
