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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 (Thanks to rambutanic for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania