Текст песни Fire Stream - Пустыня в огне

East wind flows over the dunes,
Floating on the ground.
Next, it was left here by caravans,
Melted away in the darkness.
Storm sweeps the golden chariot
On the wings of the 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 on fire!

The desert is on fire!

The time has come, and the horizon blazes
Like hundreds of candles.
East wind 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 on fire!

And I know for us
There is no turning back ...
The dark waters of your eyes
Flared last sunset.

No one will come out 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 on fire!