Streets crowded with troubled faces

Under an oppressive reign

Of ruthless radical terror gangs

On a new violent campaign

Restless sons of a cruel creed

Will continue their holy war

Martyrs of a sacred mission

Considered worth killing for

The iron crown of terror

Rest upon death＇s head

Masked gunmen out to kill

Unleashing the bullet rain

Nailbombs being detonated

Hundreds of victims slain

Ravenous religious killing spree

Streets colored deep red

Human remains lying all around

It＇s time to collect the dead

The iron crown of terror

Rest upon death＇s head

Massive blasts detonate

Among the unsuspecting crowds

Shards of metal and glass

Are flying all around

Explosions claiming casualties

Will plague this cursed ground

Headless bodies and severed limbs

Will continue to be found

Emissaries of death

Are the kings of the land

The sons of Dajjal

Wield their deadly hand

Shrapnel rain

Shrapnel rain

Emissaries of death

Are the kings of the land

The sons of Dajjal

Wield their deadly hand

Shrapnel rain

Shrapnel rain

Masked gunmen out to kill

Unleashing the bullet rain

Nailbombs being detonated

Hundreds of victims slain

Ravenous religious killing spree

Streets colored deep red

Human remains lying all around

It＇s time to collect the dead

Explosions claiming casualties

Will plague this cursed ground

Headless bodies and severed limbs

Will continue to be found