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The Ghost Lyrics - Artist : Running Wild
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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