Please tell my commander
I'm not dying for his pride
His vision's far too narrow
And this desert's far too wide
Slow down, Crassus
Can we rest a while
As time passes
And we march single file
Into ruin
Or into history
What am I doing
I say that my fate belongs to me
Please tell my commander
I'm not dying for his pride
His vision's far too narrow
And this desert's far too wide
Good luck, Crassus
Your destiny awaits
Lead your masses
And feed them to the fates
Heat is rising
Morale is falling low
It's not surprising
I won't say I told you so
Please tell my commander
That I'm laying down my arms
It's a long way from Damascus
And this desert's lost its charms
So what's a little shame
When history knows your name
Your story will be told
That's worth its weight in gold
Go and drink your fill
Down that golden swill
So long, Crassus
This desert's no place to die

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