Lyrics

Intro – Reggae groove, gentle bass and offbeat guitar)

Verse 1
The hills now mourn, a solemn sound,
Where silent shadows cross the ground.
Truth concealed by cruel design,
Yet hope endures, a sacred sign.

Chorus
Ya Allah, receive our prayer tonight,
Eight thousand souls, restore their light.
In Srebrenitsa’s quiet clay,
Grant them Jannah, we humbly pray.

Verse 2
So many mothers grieve alone,
Their sons and fathers never home.
Through forests deep, they fled the night,
In search of mercy, lost from sight.
The world looked on, compassion failed,
But You, Most Merciful, prevailed.
O Lord of grace, attend this plea:
Raise them in gardens, eternally free.

Chorus
Ya Allah, receive our prayer tonight,
Eight thousand souls, restore their light.
In Srebrenitsa’s quiet clay,
Grant them Jannah, we humbly pray.

Verse 3
Beneath the earth, their names remain,
Veiled by sorrow, marked by pain.
But nothing escapes Your perfect sight—
You know their hearts, their final fight.
Forgive their fears, embrace their years,
Transform their anguish into peace.
Let Paradise be their repose,
Where only love and mercy grows.

Chorus
Ya Allah, receive our prayer tonight,
Eight thousand souls, restore their light.
In Srebrenitsa’s quiet clay,
Grant them Jannah, we humbly pray.

Verse 4
Bosnia bears the scars so deep,
While memory stirs and others sleep.
Yet hope persists through every tear,
Your boundless mercy ever near.
Let justice shine for those who died,
Their names remembered, dignified.
Though bodies fell, their faith remains—
In Your gardens, free from pain.

Final Chorus
Ya Allah, receive our prayer tonight,
Eight thousand souls, restore their light.
In Srebrenitsa’s quiet clay,
Grant them Jannah, we humbly pray.

(Outro – Music fades, a final gentle chord lingers)