Earth keeps a thousand of lores They ought to be ever heard
Under hopeless veil There was born this tale Which is Spanning of the time When world Was as chaste as ice
So, this wailful tale About desert gale Wasting Land of grass and wealth Where all Shone with nature health
Cold high scream Of a red cat Sank in the sands Desert was coming
Every day And every night Riders of Sands Come out of Storm
As the desert came People were insane 'Cause like Invaders sands reined there Leaving Lands of vile bare
People prayed to gods For that judge to stop But gods Kept iciness silence Tension Grew as fast as violence
But cold high scream Of a red cat Sank in the sands Desert was coming
Every day And every night Riders of Sands Come out of Storm
Assaharaa al adhima bila rahma la toussafou bel kalimet. La tasma'ou addou'aa, laa tataatharou belbouka'a. Indamaa tadhourou enoufoussou ila ofok albronziya tamtali'ou belkawfi liro'yatiha addouwaha alladhi la youkhar.
They have left that land To the grasp of sands Like ghosts They faded once for all In that Horizon of uknown
Do not try to catch Their forgotten trace As it Is covered by the sands Which are Still rule in dead drought land
Assaharaa al adhima bila rahma la toussafou bel kalimet.