Ptolemy

People at the city say he's buried underground

They're turning over the stones but there's nothing here to be found

Looking to the desert in a cool moonlight

Nobody watching, there is no one out tonight

Standing in the shadow there's a real mean guy

And I don't know if I'll make it and I don't know if I'm gonna die tonight

Take a caravan to the limit of the city

Smoke the hookah pipes where the people have no pity

Ptolemy

The dogs will howl in the market square

You'll bargain for your life but you leave their treasures there

Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city

Fighting for your life where the people have no pity

Ptolemy

I wish I'd never listened

To that old high priest

He told me of the riches

They buried beneath

Down in the crypt where the men fear to tread

She danced the seven veils and the boy was nearly dead

Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city

Fighting for your life where the people have no pity

Ptolemy