Ara Lyrics

Ara was the grandson of a thief

Mara too they were close brothers

Seri's passion is what they had in common

Seri is the father

Gifts of God from somewhere far and desolate

I mean who would live there? A madman or a masochist

Yet their family didn't willingly leave

See Romiel the patriarch Seri's father

Was too old for his trademarked way of the shade wich Umbe taught him

"And so"?

And so he got caught at the market

"And then"?

Then he got ostracized see life can be wicked

Many faces can a man take but Romiel's it was pure when he got poisoned he smiled looking at his companion who was dying too they smiled to each other

The kids are in good hands

Die we will rise again this world will perish if I don't walk those streets

Rot where I don't garden I am the son of the Imam

Die we will rise again this world will perish if I don't walk those streets

Rot where I don't garden I am the son of the Imam

Die we will rise again this world will perish if I don't walk those streets

Rot where I don't garden I am the son of the Imam

Die we will rise again this world will perish if I don't walk those streets

Rot where I don't garden I am the son of the Imam

Seri was with the Gypsies he didn't know much of his father he was three when it had happened

But whoever would've told ya he'll be a genius

Plus The way of the shade wich was with his father showed in him but they knew him not too well and called it passion

Seri's passion

Wich gave Romiel two kids

Oum and Seri

Oum was Back from Ukraine when Ara was an adult he presentiated Mara's funeral with a smile and a thought

So when Ara started his tale to discover his roots he saw nothing but shade a voice said… "Walk if you are like the wolves bears snakes here they rest"