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Under the burning sun I see the caravans, they march

Riding through the deserts fast, they will avenge Anubi’s wrath

Roaming endless eastern sands, no one can stop them anymore

Jackal King, divine spectre, now leads the final war

Against them all - mortal is the army sworn to spill the blood

Against all odds - merciless the steel to bring the killing flood

They will fight for freedom, on their way for the attack

But there's no power from this world that will make them hold back

Where is now the sweet oasis to help them clench their thirst

Only carcasses of souls defied their gods and have been cursed

And the air is suffocating but there’s nothing else to breathe

So they’re marching on to certain fate that lies beneath

Against them all - mortal is the army sworn to spill the blood

Against all odds - merciless the steel to bring the killing flood

They will fight for freedom, on their way for the attack

But there's no power from this world that will make them hold back

Make them hold back