Just tell me that i'm safe
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 !