Pyramids will call
Endless grains of sand from the rising storm
Night becomes so cold
Fear and the pain of the man thats grown too old

Sun will rise on the horizon again
Warriors will fight, they do not pretend
Helmets above, swords down below
Your time is up your death is bestowed
You pay the price of a far away land
Freedom is the light when it commences
Heaven's above hell down below
Freedom Of My Soul...