Running Wild - The Ghost - GTP табы

[T.E. Lawrence]


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


He tired to join the army then

He was denied, they had too much men

He studied then the ancient times

Digging up relics and signs


[Pre...]


Karkamish was where it all began

He joined on armies' service then

The Suez-Channel was to banned


[Pre...]


The ghost, the gallant rider on the edge of the desert storm

A miracle written in the sand, the desert plans for eternity


Feisal was the only chance

To join the tribes to cross Turkish plans

Aqaba was the mighty key

To end the siege to make them free


[Pre & Chorus...]


"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 to far

He paid his price on the desert plains

He'd lost his soul, he'd lost his trace


[Pre & Chorus...]


The ghost the gallant soldier,

A splitted soul game with the wind

His mind was bound to the western world

His heart belongs to the desert plains eternally!