Seared land nothing will ever grow
Open a gate to the Underground
Rivers of (lava and) flaming stones
Like (flagged) path invite (you) to go
Close air burning my lungs
Destructive heat changes skin into paper
Walking barelegged on the glowing ember
Thus I can (only be) redeemed
The night's coming, only a war raging beyond
Steel horses rushing naked over the land
Thousands of dead lying among the flames
And the dark of d**h covers all in its coat
Clouds of arrows made mosquito swarms dig the chests
Of those who fight a war they don't understand
Walls of carts change into ash
With tears in the eyes one can hardly sing the song of good
Beads in hands and the crucifix instead of a pike
Redeem me my Queen, Queen of Souls
Margins of alleys with trees standing sentry
Hundreds of dead in the branches
Those who said : "I'd never fall for anybody in battles"
Raven flocks report their arrival
And a croaker (from the dark forest) signifies
He's the one who calls d**h in
How insane warfare seems to be
For belief in God or greater territory
Who soothes widows and feeds kids
When the king called their fathers die
Who soothes people, when God takes their kins away
Who gives them power for times of quandary
They only have you as a virgin
YOU, my Queen, QUEEN OF SOULS