Slaves of the Desert

Skin burnt to leather
Endless the pain
Struggling against the heat
A people to die for
A building campain
Treated like lifless meat
Brought here to follow
The orders of friends
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
A song from the desert
Revealing it's secret to me
Easily – I hear the creed
The kings of the desert
Concealing their glamour from me
'cause they feel – what I need