Farabagir Letra

i don't want to be like a slave
my face looks through this glass
like a deadly, deadly mask.

the poison in my air
and the rain with drops of fear
i can't look at my men
dying on the sand of pain

they are dying... - on my hands
sands are crying... - for my land

dunes hide all our graves
the hourglasses look like the urns
i swear for memory of
my forefathers that i'll save my home...

i can't live for hate
but for salvation now it's too late
i have no real choice
hearing sorrow of the desert voice

they are dying... - on my hands
sands are crying... - for my land

walking through these sands
feeling a radiant heat of bombs
wondering who i am ...
just a little seed on the no-man's land

adder - that's my name
warrior - that's my fame
desert - that's my home
revenge - that's my roam !