Hear this macabre symphony
The sky is bleeding this night
To the pulse of cruelty
Through the streets of Andalusia
(Through the streets of Andalusia)
Set your course to your new prize
Keep this place out of your mind
Feel this freezing Melody
Hold your heart and let be guided
To where lies your destiny
Leave the streets of Andalusia
(Leave the streets of Andalusia)
Leaving the wounded ones behind
Or again will pay the price
To Hassan tower, in Rabat
At every brick lies a mystery
Face your destiny
Not a dream
Beneath the stones
Legacy
Cut throats
Not a dream
They are gone
Legacy
The mind floats
There’s death in the darkness
Stabbed by an unknown face
Shadows are walking in the desert
Sliding softly along the sand
Waiting for the darkness to descend
No stopping nor hiding place
(No stopping nor hiding place)
Hunted from the dawn to the night
Death is near
Run for your lives
In the moroccan underground
That still shines in emerald green
The legend lives
In a trap
An ally is disguised
He is the son
Of Melek Taus
In a trap
He was advised
To Find the son
Of Melek Taus
With the gift of illusion
He wish to avenge his tribe
Long ago
There were Gods alive
One of them
Has fallen down
Long ago
There were Gods alive
One of them
Has fallen down
Black magic is rising
And shall be disposed at once
The ones touched by the gods
By the mark of their names
The power of the stars
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