Bài hát The Ghost Báo Lỗi

[T.E. Lawrence]


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!