Sarder Tawhid Imam
Hallway Of Hell...
There is light after dark and dark after light,
in the prison cell that is only a cage of content.
Souls after souls, grow older as they mold,
all nights deem to be darker than the days.
Every era came to toil in our names,
to take a hand in building our history.
It took its taste right, as the sword that was bright,
cut again over the marked lines of our fate.