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 The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves x2
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.