hot sand is all around me singeing my skin burning my face i m longing for some water fata morgana in the haze i feel the strong irons made of steel and since seven years rusty chains strangle my neck sore weals are the whip s hot bloody seals every night and day they seem to burn on my back arabian nights nightmares of heat and pain and fright i see the light the end of the slavery arabian nights stars of the desert shine on me i feel the light the time s right to break the chains and flee three thousand miles of torture ten thousand slaves all in a row my eyes are dim with fever my vital force is running low i know that they ll never let me go i made up my mind to get away to take a flight cruel whip tonight i will flee your grip i ll be off before daylight displaces the night arabian nights 