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 Sands 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 !