(Official translation from Persian)
All On One Side:

Demons, the plague, the storm, this evil;
This broken spirit, the orders and defiance;
Blades and griffins, full of smiles, in the white garden;
Maces, spears, swords... to the sky!

As this is a beautiful dream, in her arms;
A black nightmare, in tomorrow’s grace.
An eternal fire, on the white snow;
As this is a beautiful dream-- there.

He hit a rock, turned black;
Emerged a black stallion.
Named him “Rakhsh” as a relic,
And voyaged to the underworld.

As this is a beautiful dream, in her arms;
A black nightmare, in a majestic forest.
In the embrace of a blind night!
As this is a beautiful dream.

A short wall, poor hands;
A beautiful vision,
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
An ivory omen, an efreet as a guardian;
A mortal curse,
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
The throne of blood, a majestic flame;
Told him; “Pass on”.
A green winter, a green winter,
In the corner of a cabin;
Alone, all alone.

He saw in his dream;
A mother, With kind hands,
And black eyes.
A short wall;
Poor hands.
A beautiful vision,
Dreams, dreams, dreams.

There’s no escape, no dream;
No love, no kind mother.
This is all illusion of the curse;
Aye, the curse of the witch! Beware!

Beware of the black wand;
This is an illusion, a curse from the dead.
Worthless, forgotten, unnamed, curse of the east winds;
Maces, halberds, swords... to the sky!

The wise old man,
Said to the lonely old man:
Thou art nothing in this place!
Behold the kings!
The palace and the rampart;
This magnificent castle,
That sword and the dagger!

The kings, all on one side!
The kings, all on one side!

The kings, all on one side!
What a beautiful dream,
The kings, all on one side!
A sweet dream,
The kings, all on one side!
A weak light flickering;
From the orifice.

Not a dream,
This is not living,
Nor a nightmare;
An endless cycle.

The kings, all on one side!
Golden crown of thorns,
The kings, all on one side!
Not a dream,
The kings, all on one side!
The lonely light;
And black magic.

Rushed into a cave, hidden from time!
Hidden from prisons; from deceivers.
Away from man; from the world.

Rushed into a cave,
Hidden from time, away from prisons.
Rushed into a cave, desperate and forlorn,
Maybe this is the last dream;
The last plea, to the elegant fate.
Rushed into a cave,
Hidden from time, away from mankind.
Rushed into a cave, hidden from time!
Hidden from prisons; from deceivers.
Away from man; from the world.
All alone with himself,
With his bare hands he drew;
On the walls of the cave;
Shape of a meadow,
Silhouettes of her,
The last dream.