He who wields wonders… to you souls surrender
The tune of every wound… the tune of every wound
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Essence and blood shall fall… to he who deserves all
No grief left to wander… it all cries out Haider
Where time did not allow… rivers this blood to flow
Yearly blood we present… without the time’s consent
The earth, it cries your name… the mind becomes insane
Your name the skies have breathed… and with the skies we bleed
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Your name sits on the mind… as two ages align
And as rises the dawn… and every head is torn
Your day unveils it shroud… and gaze at it this crowd
Lost within this picture… its undying grandeur
Emotion does not speak… only tears down its cheek
Only the swords we hold… and blood shall flow, behold!
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Like the dead, dressed in white… as with this blood we write
A message to grievance… for Hussain dies patience
This is the tune of screams… composed in lands of dreams
Haider on every tongue… emotion’s greatest song
This cry reaches the skies… unmeasured are our cries
Unsheathed is unquenched thirst… and hidden wounds unearthed
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The crash and beat of drums… a heart-beat it becomes
A heart lost in Hussain… today becomes insane
Imprinted in the eye… his dome beneath his sky
And through his shrine we’re led… whilst every light is red
Crying out as we pass… a voice of shattered glass
This for you is my wound… toward your day attuned
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(London – 25/02/11)