Soon, soon, you will see the wondrous sight..... A fierce conflict and you will see. In the heart of your abode, there shall be the battles..... For your destruction, my sword has been sharpened. Soon, soon, you will see the wondrous sight..... A fierce conflict and you will see. In the heart of your abode, there shall be the battles..... For your destruction, my sword has been sharpened.
We have marched by night, to cut and behead... By the knife of revenge, targeting those who deserve it. With the specters of the night and the youth of terror..... and an explosion of woe, that he may be defeated. We have marched by night, to cut and behead..... By the knife of revenge, targeting those who deserve it. With the specters of the night and the youth of terror..... and an explosion of woe, that he may be defeated.
You have begun to fight me, with the lost coalition..... So taste my fury, when it fires up. For long shall you remain, in my war shall you lose..... With what shall you meet, a youth chanting the takbeer? You have begun to fight me, with the lost coalition..... So taste my fury, when it fires up. For long shall you remain, in my war shall you lose..... With what shall you meet, a youth chanting the takbeer?
With the steed roams, raises its heads, and leaps forth..... Thus it becomes a lighted blaze. The bullets have blazed, and revenge has come..... So where is the escape, O the most evil of the creatures? With the steed roams, raises its heads, and leaps forth..... Thus it becomes a lighted blaze. The bullets have blazed, and revenge has come..... So where is the escape, O the most evil of the creatures?
Unto you we will come, with beheading and death..... With fright and silence, we will tear the bonds. You have failed publicly, so taste the loss..... and go back fleeing, a nightlong run. Unto you we will come, with beheading and death..... With fright and silence, we will tear the bonds. You have failed publicly, so taste the loss..... and go back fleeing, a nightlong run.
When disbelief gets agitated, froths, and stirs up... We fill the roads, with red blood; By the stabbing of the bayonets, by the striking of the necks..... on the essembly of the dogs, when they marshal. When disbelief gets agitated, froths, and stirs up... We fill the roads, with red blood; By the stabbing of the bayonets, by the striking of the necks..... on the essembly of the dogs, when they marshal.
We have come, we have come; we have set off with determination..... In earnest we have proceeded, to the peak of the peaks. We embark on the deaths, we have ranks. We die standing, as lions of courage. We have come, we have come; we have set off with determination..... In earnest we have proceeded, to the peak of the peaks. We embark on the deaths, we have ranks. We die standing, as lions of courage.