ATIYA

[Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] Intro: [arabian ornamental][whispered] Iftah ya simsim Verse 1: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] In the shadow of the mountains high, Where the ancient monastery lies, Silent watchers, unseen hands, Guided by the Dye's commands. Pre-Chorus: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Chambers vast within the tower, Hold secrets beyond mortal power, Keys that jingle in the night, Filling hearts with fierce delight. Chorus: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Nothing is true, everything a trial, Under the moonlit desert sky they'll smile, For the people, for freedom they strive, To overthrow the Caliph's tyrant guise. Verse 2: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Cloaked in colors of the land, Each assassin takes their stand, Castes and skills they proudly wear, In the desert's swirling glare. Pre-Chorus: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Whispers echo through the dunes, Of the Dye, beneath the moons, They fear no death, they fear no pain, For justice, they'll rise again. Chorus: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Nothing is true, everything a trial, Under the moonlit desert sky they'll smile, For the people, for freedom they strive, To overthrow the Caliph's tyrant guise. Bridge: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] In the labyrinth of deceit they tread, Where illusions veil the misled, But their blades are sharp, their minds keen, In the shadows, unseen, they glean. Chorus: [Traditional Arabic instruments only] [Female voice, threatening and mysterious] [Arabian ornamental] Nothing is true, everything a trial, Under the moonlit desert sky they'll smile, For the people, for freedom they strive, To overthrow the Caliph's tyrant guise.