Pyramisa

It is the middle of the night
Waiting for Lufthansa flight
It is 1.30 in Cairo
It's the middle of my life
It is still that same old fight
Good and evil in a strife
But do not wait for the white knight
My ancient foe drew out his knife
No sleep I turned on the light
Bring me my spear of burning wrath
To melt the shadows in my path
Pharaoh, stones and dirt and dust
I think mankind is going bust
Yet I carry the spark of dawn
For I can flee the devil's pawn
And burn in my river of fire
The last remnant of his empire

 

 
 
 

 


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