Текст песни Fire Stream - Пустыня в огне

Wind from the east flows over the dunes,
Floating on the ground.
Next, it was left here by caravans,
Melted away in the darkness.
Storm sweeps in a golden chariot
On the wings of white sands.
Death printing on weather-beaten faces ...
And steel blades.

No one will come out of here alive!

We are all equal, looking death in the eye,
We were second in the hourglass.
Do not hold embraced madness horses
Before my eyes, the desert is on fire!

The desert is on fire!

The time has come, and the horizon blazes
Like hundreds of candles.
Wind from the east will bring the smell of blood,
And the song of swords.

But all of us bury the sand!

We are all equal, looking death in the eye,
We were second in the hourglass.
Do not hold embraced madness horses
Before my eyes, the desert is on fire!

And I know for us
No turning back ...
The dark waters of your eyes
Bright broke the last sunset.

No one will come out of here alive ...

We are all equal, looking death in the eye,
We were second in the hourglass.
Do not hold embraced madness horses
Before my eyes, the desert is on fire!