The light shone from here
The date of the resurrection
The moment of the ages
And the death of the graves
From here and the call went out!"
As he shouted his cry, with the birth of the revolution!
Without Scepter without horses
Its summer migration met us without shade
Frightened in its palms
Watered from the mouth of thirst
And stripped from the clouds of darkness
Chasing the sun
Running after it yesterday
Finding whispers ,steps and the north wind
The date of the resurrection
The moment of the ages
And the death of the graves
From here and the call went out!"
As he shouted his cry, with the birth of the revolution!
Without Scepter without horses
Its summer migration met us without shade
Frightened in its palms
Watered from the mouth of thirst
And stripped from the clouds of darkness
Chasing the sun
Running after it yesterday
Finding whispers ,steps and the north wind
( Erragal )
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