Precious Death - Mirzadeh

Battlefield and the moon is shining bright

Warriors fighting for their homes keeping those behind

Cold answers too an every spears, answers to an arrows

'Till the morningsun cries it’s first of tears

And sees only sorrow

We thought our resistance

Is enough for those men so poor

But we lost our village

And everything we were fighting for

Revenge?

Anger strikes straight through their thoughts

And bitterness fills all their hearts

Seeking for the enemy from woods

Boiling of their blood starts

Fire burning bright from their rage

Blood flows all over misery’s stage

Ah, god of thunder won’t give their faith

Watches the growing of seed of hate

Fire burning bright from rage

Blood’s all over

Raindrops hit their skins

With water the blood is thin

Tomorrow they’re under the stones

Nothing left but rotting flesh and bones

This is reason and consequence

No place for pity

Honours leaves shall scatter

On fields of fathers