Roya Arab

Iranian Musician and Archaeologist

Arshid Azarine asked me to sing a song for his album, these lyrics I’d written about a tragic tale in the Rausing family - early demise of a mother daughter and wife caught in a whirlwind of addiction.

Hidden Hell (Lyrics)

Sun comes up

And we lay down
Slumbering high
Till nightfall comes
Close the door
Come lay by my side

Lost in a place

Of late in return
Silver lined purse
Endless pleasure to pay

Hidden hell we made

Top of the Tower we hang

We never stood a chance

Our love couldn't stand 
To our needs' demands
Diving deep into the flame
Oh, how our are wings they burn

Forgive and forget

Failings of fate
Golden spoon
Laced with guilt and shame