The Storm and the Ruler - Shokran

You’re not a woeful martyrs\nYou’re not an exhausted warders\nAnd at none of days\nYou were not so weak\nContagious, like a plague\nGo bury yourself as deep as you can\nYour wisemen were never felt so bad\nStorm of fear will devour the seed of that sacred land\nOpen your eyes! Open your eyes!\nYour gods are speechless\nOpen your eyes! Open your eyes!\nYour gods are speechless\nThe Ruler is steeped in his sins\nBut, what can we say?\nGod’s wrath is fueled by lies\nHis patience is overwhelmed\nThe Ruler is steeped in his sins\nHow much is he willing to pay?\nHe’s just a man\nYour venomous words\nWill crumble when you break the line\nYour sacred patrons are not prepared for it\nBlood doesn’t spill from your veins\nSo why do you feel this pain?\nWe grab your life, pierce it with knife\nBut you fight — and we’ll end this strife\nJust look around and you would\nBe able to regret\nWe’ll erase you into ash\nTherefore our sons will tear these chains\nThe storm will bring you death\nBegin to dig the graves!