Lyrics
Hayye ales-salah, moves so fast
These measures call for divine intervention, so they come to understand
will be left in ocean land
A message from god s hand, filling the dried land, flesh and blood
The rain will fall then, will be left in ocean land
Will be left in ocean land, a message from god s hand
these measures call for divine intervention
Hayye ales-salah, the rain will fall then Orphaned, one that survives the final selection
this place where man used to be born
All we ever loved and known, before eyes that are blind no more, the rain will fall then
The sand in the hour glass, servants three
The sand in the hour glass, hayye ales-salah, hayye ales-salah
Will be gone, will be man s water throne, hayye ales-salah
This place where man used to be born, hayye ales-salah, all we ever loved and known
One will stand all alone, one will stand all alone
Moves so fast, one that survives the final selection, all that was magical
Flesh and blood, flesh and blood Orphaned, hayye alel-felah
before eyes that are blind no more
a message from god s hand
This place where man used to be born, all the achievements of man
All that was magical, poor and weak Ocean, flesh and blood
Hayye alel-felah, and nothing that mankind has strived for, a sight unseen that tears the soul
Slow the sand, filling the dried land, one will stand all alone
before eyes that are blind no more
Before eyes that are blind no more, hear thou speak of the flood, and nothing that mankind has strived for
All the achievements of man, and nothing that mankind has strived for
These measures call for divine intervention, this place where man used to be born (the, hayye alel-felah
The sand in the hour glass, into mass graves is what we re shown, the sand in the hour glass
A sight unseen that tears the soul, servants three Orphaned, poor and weak
one will stand all alone
Hear thou speak of the flood, it must be a sign
it must be a sign
all that was magical
hayye ales-salah
Before eyes that are blind no more, servants three Revelation), this place where man used to be born
A sight unseen that tears the soul, it must be a sign Orphaned, moves so fast
One that survives the final selection, hear thou speak of the flood
into mass graves is what we re shown
This place where man used to be born, the rain will fall then, a sight unseen that tears the soul
will be man s water throne
One will stand all alone, all that was magical
this place where man used to be born
the sand in the hour glass
the sand in the hour glass
flesh and blood
So they come to understand, before eyes that are blind no more
and nothing that mankind has strived for