The City of Sand (rough draft)

"The City of Sand"

VERSE:
It's the third day of darkness in this city of sand.
The shadow of vengeance covers the land.
Our King's in the temple with his cloister of priests,
under siege by a people he will not release.

VERSE:
Since the man with the staff has turned our river red
and his nameless God has caused plagues to spread,
the slaves cry for freedom, and they fill the streets.
It's the will of our Pharaoh that they must defeat.

CHORUS:
Oh great and mighty King, won't you open your eyes
before more fire rains down from the skies?

Wise and fearless Pharaoh, meet their demands,
or we'll see our kingdom crumble  in their hands

and sink into the sands.

VERSE:
Still the prophet and his God have planned a final curse;
the first born of Egypt will suffer worst.
Oh, hear us great Pharaoh; it is out of your hands;

there's a God waging war on the city of sand.

BRIDGE:

The prophet of the people has ignited a storm.
His mad and hungry armies continue to swarm.
Frightened by their numbers, you once killed their sons.
Now I fear their retribution has only begun.

REPEAT CHORUS


Lyrics by Jason Spraggins
Music by Matt Glickstein