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

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