Violent sands blow, thunder into dark light Moonlight shivers of frozen sight Death walks behind you, prey of tomorrow land Shadows in dark blue, is this the last stand?
Hear the golden camel roar cut the night Friend of foe, trembling or just a fright? Músa ar Rueili, bow to the true Arab friend In the burning sun of eighteen ninety-eight
Under the sign of star and crescent moon Nothing but sand landscape, he climbs the dune Left behind the life of ordinary scribe To become great leader of Bedouin tribe
Hidden secret yet to be unfold Do not go closer, stand and behold! Unaware of the curse it brings The Painting of the Six Kings
Slumbering place shrouded in mystery Frozen in time and lost in history, ó Disturbed their hearts from the mighty great sleep Desert ceased to hear their unfading weepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.