Thus now he knelt before the ruins,

Cold of sweat, heat of flame

To vow the severed heads

Of those who brought the village, the village to its shame.

Those who plundered,pilfered, pillaged lives

Would now accept the blame.



He would find them all

With a mighty vengeance paid for in their pain



Shah-jan, the king of kings

Wore seven rings and 60 feathers

Plucked from sparrow's wings



Growing fat on the throne,

He sat like a stone.

A man who had never known

No hunger, shown no mercy with

In promises broke like a bone.





And there he sat like a stone,

With promises broke like a bone

Dispersed about the people

Rostam calls out for his equals





In third to rise and cast curse

Is that the worst of vengeance

Enemies they roam the tree's

Is that the worst of vengeance





The royalty must die x3



Tomorrow they will find us

Oh God x3

Heads of children will roll



Thus know he knelt before the ruins

Cold of sweat, heat of flame

He found the severed heads x2

Of those who brought the village, the village to its shame.



3:16

The king of kings wore

Seven rings and 60 feathers

Plucked from sparrows' wings.



He's growing fat, growing fat on the throne

Where he sat like a stone

A man who has never known no hunger

Shown no mercy



Those who ride against us

Will be murdered where they stand

Let our arrows rain from sky

To drain the blood into the land



If a mortal stands before us

Strike him down with sleight of hand

And if heaven rides against us the

God himself then must be damned.