Thus, now he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat and heat of flame To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village The village to it's shame Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives Would now accept the blame He would find them all with mighty vengeance paid for in their pain Shah-Jan, the king of kings, wore seven rings And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings Growing fat on the throne Where he sat like a stone As a man who has never known no hunger or shown no mercy In, in promises broke like a bone, bone And there he sat like a stone With promises broke like a bone Dispersed about his people Rostam calls out for his equals In thirst to rise and curse Exact the worst revenge on Enemies to hang from trees Exact the worst revenge on... The royalty must die! Must die (Must die!)
The royalty must die! The royalty must die! The royalty must die! Like common beggars and petty thieves "Tomorrow they will find us. Oh God, oh God, oh God." Thus, now he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat and heat of flame To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to it's shame The king of kings wore seven rings And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's 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 blood into the land If a mortal stands before us, strike him down with sleight of hand And if heaven rides against us, then God himself must be damned