Mirzadeh

Battlefield and the moon is shining bright
Warriors fighting for their homes keeping those behind
cold answers too an every spears, answers to an arrows
'Till the morningsun cries it's first of tears
And sees only sorrow
We thought our resistance
Is enough for those men so poor
but we lost our village
And everything we were fighting for
Revenge?
Anger strikes straight through their thoughts
And bitterness fills all their hearts
Seeking for the enemy from woods
Boiling of their blood starts