Skin burnt to leather Endless the pain Struggling against the heat A people to die for A building campain Treated like lifeless meat Brought here to follow The orders of fiends Driving the lot insane Shuffling in circles Degraded to vehicles A caravan of pain And their sorrow will last still tomorrow And they long for a poisonous arrow A thousand tons of Stones a day Dragged along the nile
Meant to cheer a Sinister priest and Stuck into a pile Perfect programmes Inventive brains High proficiency You celebrate a clan But you forget those men Who left their marks on me And their sorrow will last still tomorrow And they long for a poisonous arrow A song from the desert Revealing its secret to me Easily ？ I hear the creed The kings of the desert Concealing their glamour from me ‘cause they feel ？ what I need