SANDSTORMS

... PARODOS

CHORUS.

Child of the desert, arise.

Gangrened by the pagans
Forgotten your origins have you.

Heart of the desert, assert yourself
Prisoner of a stained land
Blind have you become.

Qalb Suhraa, your time has come.
Reclaim the sacred land of your ancestors
And never forget,

Blood only answers to blood.

SAYYADINA.

Beneath the scorching sun, where shadows dance,
Whispers of the past weave an ancient trance.
Child of the desert, heed the call,
For in your veins, the echoes of history enthral.

Once a thriving oasis, now a barren sea,
The sands of time swallow the tales that used to be.
Gangrened by the pagans, your roots entwined,
In the shifting dunes, memories confined.

Forgotten, but not lost, your spirit remains,
A phoenix in the ashes, breaking ancient chains.
Heart of the desert, beat with pride,
Awaken the nomad that in you resides.
Prisoner of a stained land, a captive soul,

Seek the horizon, let destiny unfold.
Blind have you become, to your own power,
Unveil the secrets of the desert flower.

CHORUS.

Child of the desert, arise,
Embrace the winds, where the sacred lies.
Qalb Suhraa, beneath the crescent moon,
Reclaim the birthright, sing the ancient tune.

SAYYADINA.

Your time has come, like a mirage reborn,
Walk through the storm, face the brewing morn.
Reclaim the sacred land of your kin,
Let the journey begin, let the journey begin.

And never forget, in the silence profound,
Blood only answers to blood, echoes resound.
The whispers of ancestors, carried by the breeze,
Guide your steps through the sands with ease.

CHORUS.

Child of the desert, arise,
Embrace the winds, where the sacred lies.
Qalb Suhraa, beneath the crescent moon,
Reclaim the birthright, sing the ancient tune.

CHORUS & SAYYADINA.

In the tapestry of time, where destinies align,
Qalb Suhraa, let your spirit shine.
For the desert's child, in the heart of the storm,
Carries the legacy, reborn.

© ADONYSIAC ― IZIA™