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On a long day under the burning sun,

A guarded caravan is riding from Avdat.

It carries various expensive goods for sale,

But they don't know that death awaits them.

A lot of hot days spent in the sands,

Terrible fatigue poisoning the lads.

A stop would help a lot right now,

But the oasis appears before their eyes.

Look there!

Let's go!

No one knows that their end is coming,

The caravan flees!

Arab soldiers pray to their gods, but there is

Only one - Al-Kaum!

Mist of arrows, shouts of fighters, сlash of swords,

Paint sand in red!

Horror and fear, hate and rage, death and blood,

Sands will be glad!

Merchants and guards had a short rest - What a surprise.

Romans attack from all the sides - No one survives.

The defense is weak and there is no strength to fight,

The angel of death takes the souls of his tortured slaves.

Mothers

Won't meet their sons.

Wives

Won't meet their men.

Legends

Won't be told,

The еcho of time will pass and settle everything.

Only sands know!

Only sands know!

Holy Allah, save their souls.