ibrahim

'in the start of heart of tradition as the darkness fades and the wisdom flares with grace' 'there was a war and chaos, one man`s sword rised and the dessert is in blood and glory of god and good' 'tanks angels tribes swords all in hell of chaos and glory, trumpets playing and seraphims rising through red sand' 'a man with a mission in the deepness of the war fire and pain, in nowhere of hell, in the heat of the glistening sun, in the heart of ancient gods' 'he had a sword in his right hand and in left he had cross, with no armor, if you needed help he could come but only then' 'the man told: i`l make the cannons roar, i`l make the swords rise, i`l come back, i started i finnished!' 'and the man come back, to finish what he started'