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