Interpret:

Running Wild

Album:

The Brotherhood

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 tried 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...] 


Karkemish was where it all began 
He joined an armies' service then 
The Suez-Channel was to defend 


[Pre...] 


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 


[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 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 


[Pre & Chorus...] 


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!