What is this cry that shakes the soul of all the lands?
What storm is this that sweeps across both seas and sands?

What voice is this that echoes down the silent streets?
What moan is this that flows from every wounded beat?

The earth’s own eyes are filled with tears that none can see,
As if the heart of time is bleeding silently.

Each drop of blood ignites the dark with burning flame,
Each rising fire tells the truth, unbound by shame.

From ashes born of pain and endless nights of dread,
The banner of the truth is raised above the dead.

Though tyranny may cloud the skies and dim the day,
Awakened souls will find the path and light the way.

A name that rings through ages, carved beyond all fate,
Not born of dust or time, but forged by Heaven’s gate.

From Eastern dawns the voice of justice still is heard,
A piercing call that breaks the night without a word.

Who stains their hands with blood unjust shall surely find,
A blazing wrath that burns and leaves no peace behind.

We are the flame of truth, not puppets in a game,
Our leader’s voice ignites our hearts with holy flame.

#behnammohtarami #