Текст песни Running Wild - The Ghost

The Ghost ( T.E.Lawrence )
Музыка : Rolf Kasparek
Текст : Rolf Kasparek

           ( INTRO )

Born in England, raised religious .
A hazy dream - the world to face .
Indifferent to joy and pain .
No measuring , neverending games .

PRECHORUS :
Ride.
Only ride
on the wings
of the desert storm (and your )
Pride.
Burning pride
its hunger 's fed When yourself is gone .

He tried to join the army then .
He was denied - they 've had too much though.
He Studied then the ancient times ,
Digging up relics and signs .

PRECHORUS :
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 .
He joined in armies ' service then .
The Suez -Channel was to defend .
The Turkish force had to be banned .
                 
PRECHORUS :
Ride.
Only ride
on the wings
of the desert storm (and your )
Pride.
Burning pride
its hunger 's fed When yourself is gone .

CHORUS :
The ghost , the gallant rider
on the edge of the desert storm.
A miracle written in the sand .
The desert plains 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 .

PRECHORUS :
Ride.
Only ride
on the wings
of the desert storm (and your )
Pride.
Burning pride
its hunger 's fed When yourself is gone .
                 
CHORUS :
The ghost , the gallant rider
on the edge of the desert storm.
A miracle written in the sand .
The desert plains 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 "
                 
             ( SOLO )

The sand is grinding the face .
Dust is clouding Their trace .

             ( SOLO )

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 ! "
                 
             ( SOLO )

He lived his life of tragedy
without a home , no place to flee .
Distracted soul caught into its trace
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 .

PRECHORUS :
Ride.
Only ride
on the wings
of the desert storm (and your )
Pride.
Burning pride
its hunger 's fed When yourself is gone .

CHORUS :
The ghost , the gallant rider
on the edge of the desert storm.
A miracle written in the sand .
The desert plains for eternity .
The ghost , the gallant soldier .
A splitted soul gone with the wind .
His mind was bound to the Western world .
His heart belongs to the desert plains eternally !

         ( SOLO )

         ( OUTRO )