| Song | Millchama |
| Artist | Arallu |
| Album | Desert Battles - Descending to the Sands |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Daniel Moti | |
| 作曲 : Daniel Moti | |
| DIE! | |
| I call on you for WAR! | |
| The past comes back with a blow | |
| I awake to the sounds of Death | |
| Tzidon, Tzur, Beirut, Bint Jubel, Tripoli | |
| We have arrived to pound you again! | |
| Our enemies threaten our existence | |
| This time we are not as weak | |
| We awakened the voices of demons past | |
| Our anger is a deadly fist | |
| Hatred in our eyes, bone crushing teeth | |
| We'll awake the beast within | |
| Time will come and we will commencе the destruction | |
| The dеstruction of the inferior parasites that infests the Mesopotamian land in our time | |
| Battles of this kind were foretold | |
| In this time of man it is us who take the form of ancient genii | |
| Crushing, destroying, ruling | |
| It will be us who will erupt out of these poisonous times | |
| Victorious! | |
| I can hear the dead clarion call | |
| The drums of war blast in our nations mind | |
| As it called in the battles of this land's past | |
| Echoes of this war shall roam the earth for times to come | |
| The enemy is close to his defeat | |
| Losing his strength | |
| Mesopotamia, a never anding | |
| Blood red battleground | |
| Arabian lands, your body count will never stop! | |
| The three main religions are the death crusade forced by the human race | |
| Some things will never change | |
| War! War! War! As I said before remains the only way! |
| zuo ci : Daniel Moti | |
| zuo qu : Daniel Moti | |
| DIE! | |
| I call on you for WAR! | |
| The past comes back with a blow | |
| I awake to the sounds of Death | |
| Tzidon, Tzur, Beirut, Bint Jubel, Tripoli | |
| We have arrived to pound you again! | |
| Our enemies threaten our existence | |
| This time we are not as weak | |
| We awakened the voices of demons past | |
| Our anger is a deadly fist | |
| Hatred in our eyes, bone crushing teeth | |
| We' ll awake the beast within | |
| Time will come and we will commenc the destruction | |
| The d struction of the inferior parasites that infests the Mesopotamian land in our time | |
| Battles of this kind were foretold | |
| In this time of man it is us who take the form of ancient genii | |
| Crushing, destroying, ruling | |
| It will be us who will erupt out of these poisonous times | |
| Victorious! | |
| I can hear the dead clarion call | |
| The drums of war blast in our nations mind | |
| As it called in the battles of this land' s past | |
| Echoes of this war shall roam the earth for times to come | |
| The enemy is close to his defeat | |
| Losing his strength | |
| Mesopotamia, a never anding | |
| Blood red battleground | |
| Arabian lands, your body count will never stop! | |
| The three main religions are the death crusade forced by the human race | |
| Some things will never change | |
| War! War! War! As I said before remains the only way! |
| zuò cí : Daniel Moti | |
| zuò qǔ : Daniel Moti | |
| DIE! | |
| I call on you for WAR! | |
| The past comes back with a blow | |
| I awake to the sounds of Death | |
| Tzidon, Tzur, Beirut, Bint Jubel, Tripoli | |
| We have arrived to pound you again! | |
| Our enemies threaten our existence | |
| This time we are not as weak | |
| We awakened the voices of demons past | |
| Our anger is a deadly fist | |
| Hatred in our eyes, bone crushing teeth | |
| We' ll awake the beast within | |
| Time will come and we will commenc the destruction | |
| The d struction of the inferior parasites that infests the Mesopotamian land in our time | |
| Battles of this kind were foretold | |
| In this time of man it is us who take the form of ancient genii | |
| Crushing, destroying, ruling | |
| It will be us who will erupt out of these poisonous times | |
| Victorious! | |
| I can hear the dead clarion call | |
| The drums of war blast in our nations mind | |
| As it called in the battles of this land' s past | |
| Echoes of this war shall roam the earth for times to come | |
| The enemy is close to his defeat | |
| Losing his strength | |
| Mesopotamia, a never anding | |
| Blood red battleground | |
| Arabian lands, your body count will never stop! | |
| The three main religions are the death crusade forced by the human race | |
| Some things will never change | |
| War! War! War! As I said before remains the only way! |