The Storm And The Ruler - Shokran
You're not a woeful martyrs
You're not an exhausted warders
And at none of days
You were not so weak You were not so weak
Contagious like a plague
Go bury yourself as deep as you can
Your wisemen were never felt so bad
Storm of fear will devour the seed of that sacred land
Open your eyes
Your Gods are speechless
Open your eyes
Your Gods are speechless
The ruler is steeped in his sins
But what can we say
God's wrath is fueled by lies
His patience is overwhelmed
The ruler is steeped in his sins
How much is he willing to pay
He's just a man
Your venomous words
Will crumble when you break the line
Your sacred patrons are not prepared for it
Blood doesn't spill from your veins
So why do you feel this pain
We grab your life pierce it with knife
But you fight and we'll end this strife
Just look around and you would
Be able to regret
We'll erase you into ash
Therefore our sons will tear these chains
The storm will bring you death
Begin to dig the graves