The dawn fades to a searing noon
The tuňe of the East dominates the streets
The bias of piety grows at his tone
As his beast inside him grows ever more
He squezees a stone in his hatred
For those who tresspassed the will of his God
Death is highly overrated for this fanatic cunt
He must quench his rage before leaving her to rot...
No chance of repentance
No way to redeem her
Nor the slightest hope
A whore they've deemed her
Now the light slowly fades from her wet eyes
As skies are scorched and terror alight!
Buried to the neck, she screams at the mob
A soul to banish, a life to rob
To be claimed by the land of crusades
To be slain at the hands of Holy Faith
Her children weeps at the loss of a mother
Like a sacrificial lamb, she will be slaughtered
A pity their Rab is not even bothered
As rocks are covered in her blood...
No chance of repentance
No way to redeem her
Nor the slightest hope
A whore they've deemed her
Now the sight slowly fades from her red eyes
As fires are lit and furor alive!
Each strike lessens the pain
Each throw drives them insane
Her beauty, now wasted in vain
A feast for vultures is now in order
Once full of life, her flesh runs colder
Graphic truth of a savagery bolder
His flagellant husband, busy making scars
As Azan resonates from afar...