Testo Sands Of Nothing

The pale of burning hot sand
Blows into my face
I drowned in Nyle
I see the mighty sphynx

Thieves of knowledge
Thieves of truth
Men in shrouds
Made concrete
For fake and lies
Slaves...

We had enough of this
We have a power to strike back
Both of the pyramids will melt
I hope it will be pretty soon

Beacons must fade
Empires must fall
Blinded shall see
Prepare..
The sun is setting down