Music: Willstedt
Lyrics: Willstedt
Burning my skin I can't go on, the end is near.
Sand is my hearse, vultures circle the sky
On dunes in the distance silhouettes of saviours rise
From this hell triumph comes
Sargon lead us
Through the desert storm we will ride our way to the Pharao
We shall claim their throne
Egypt fear the dawn
Hooves shake the earth as we ride, no return
Glorious we'll stand when the night turns to day
In the horizon tombs of the kings appear
Chariots, lead the way
Legions charge!
Through the desert storm we will ride our way to the Pharao
We shall claim their throne
Egypt fear the dawn
Through the desert storm we will ride our way to the Pharao
We shall claim their throne
Egypt fear the dawn
Solo: Landin
War rages on, spare no soul
The Nile is red
Triumph and victory, battlefields lay desolate
Fallen is Pharao
A new king rises
Through the desert storm we will ride our way to the Pharao
We shall claim their throne
Egypt fear the dawn
Through the desert storm we will ride our way to the Pharao
We shall claim their throne
Egypt fear the dawn