Cairo - Western Desert lyrics

The cries and wails of a fluster of kites Swooping down on the fringe of where he could have been by now Stumbling through the crowds - intensely colored sounds As the sun pierced a hole through the ashen haze Hot, parching winds off the Western Desert Scatter the dreams of the last regime and other powers take their place On the shifting sands of constant change Monumental tombs demand the respect Legends of the pharaohs and their kingdoms are due Glories of old now struggle with the Clash of conflicting views in a troubled age