Dragonheart
Queops Escape
From the walls and out in the mist
The ghosts are hunting us in the limit of sanity
Secrets of humanity are hidden on the ground
The heat of time will burn our identity
In the desert the pyramid rise
We have to run against the time
In the desert will lay our tomb
Its true the stone its not mine
Future and past will collide
We run against the time
Fighting to be free
To the
From Letras Mania