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Cover by Tomasz Jêdruszek 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 Letras de cancionessands 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 ! From Letras Mania