Al Kiama Chapter 2 : Çirat

All are here standing in the same field, the others them and us.
We ask those coming from the open sky, is he among you?
They tremble, and we knew that the throne holders are nearby
Our eyes wide open facing the blinding light
We look at the throne settle down on earth, everyone is waiting and the waiting
extends
Crying under the heat which dries the tears, standing on a floor of fire,
we are seeking the shadows and we are seeking the gloom
We are walking and walking, no mater whom we are trampling
On tired knees, burned feet, we are asking lend a hand and the only answer
screaming by those who can’t stop giving
Me first! me first!
I’m giving up, I want fucking go away
In hell in jail but never stay here
The uncertainty I can’t bear
Your name is called by the holy guard
To cross the fire
Time of account is now
No matter where you lived
No matter how you gave
All that matters is what you did
All that matters is who you are