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The Ghost

The Ghost

(album: The Brotherhood - 2002)

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

Tried to join the army then
Was denied, they had too much men
Studied then the ancient times
Digging up relics and signs

Ride, only ride
On the wings of the desert storm
And your pride, burning pride
Its hunger's fed when yourself is gone

Carchemish was where it all began
Joined on armies' service then
The Suez-Canal was to be cleansed
The darkest horse had to be banned

Ride, only ride
On the wings of the desert storm
And your pride, burning pride
Its hunger's fed when yourself is gone

Oh
The ghost, the gallant rider
On the edge of the desert storm
A miracle written in the sand
The desert plans for eternity

Faisal was the only chance
To join the tribes to across Turkish plains
Aqaba was the mighty key
To end the siege, to make them free

Ride, only ride
On the wings of the desert storm
And your pride, burning pride
Its hunger's fed when yourself is gone

Oh
The ghost, the gallant rider
On the edge of the desert storm
A miracle written in the sand
The desert plans for eternity

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
Aqaba

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 too far
He paid his price on the desert plains
He'd lost his soul, he'd lost his trace

Ride, only ride
On the wings of the desert storm
And your pride, burning pride
Its hunger's fed when yourself is gone

Oh
The ghost, the gallant rider
On the edge of the desert storm
A miracle written in the sand
The desert plans for eternity

The ghost, the gallant soldier
A splitting soul gone with the wind
His mind was bound to the western world
His heart belongs tot he desert plains eternally

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