Lyrics:                                                                                                                                                                  I was born on the third day of the bloodshed.
Wrote 'Fate' in the Kangri's smeared ashes.
For too long in silence we mourned the death of innocence.
The barbed-wire-cuts still fresh on our flesh.

You're not like those who would shake my hand
and when I turn, empty the whole clip into my back.
So when you flaunt your knives in front of my eyes,
I am at peace, a martyr who trusted.

It Still Echoes (Freestyle)

Voice that echoes from the peaks K2 and reverberates in the valley. Humble being of Almighty.

KayTwo-Fahad Idris