When we came upon the plain you could hear the children saying
There's no way we're gonna take that city there
'Cause there's nothing but the wind is going out or coming in
Over ramparts reaching that far up in the air
And the city like a drum was beaten by the long arm of the sun
the long arm of the sun
Ohhhh Ohhhh
Through the clouds of dust we raised we marched around that place for days
The priests would blow on the ram's horns now and again
But no other sound we made so from above they watched amazed
For it was like a race of wraiths beseiged them
And it went down as a rout we razed those walls with nothing but a shout
nothing but a shout
Ohhhh Ohhhh
And the city like a drum was beaten by the long arm of the sun
the long arm of the sun