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! Open your eyes! 

Your gods are speechless. 



[Open your eyes! 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!