The last hard days
My heart burns sadly every moment
Every time I hear a violent event
Take my love to that place and say
No for injustice, we won't stand away
In one hand nice beautiful birds
Whereas in the other, stones and bloods
Despite the pain of my wound
I won't stand my high sound
My enemy, get ready for my ire
For the red dawn and black fire
We're coming with our sword
We're blessed from our lord
The screams of children never be in vain
The price you'll pay never worth the pain
Keep this word in your mind
In our ground, you won't bide
Our anger like the thunder
In stormy day, it's a wonder