When we came upon the plain
You could hear the children sayin'
"There's no way we're gonna take that city there"

'Cause there's nothin' but the winds
Going out and coming in
Oh the ramparts reachin' that far, love in the air

The city, like a drum
Was beaten by the long arm of the sun
The long arm of the sun

Through the clouds of dust we raised
We marched around that place for days
The priests they blow on their ram's horns now and again

[But the sound] we made
So from above they watched amazed
It's like race of [praise] beseiged them

We went down as a route
We raised those walls with nothing but a shout
With nothing but a shout

But the city, like a drum
Was beaten by the long arm of the sun
The long arm of the sun