Yet well I love thy mixed and ma**ive piles Half church of Allah, half castle ‘gainst distraught And long to roam those venerable aisles With records stored of deeds long since forgot. My children vanished below the sign of faith Your mark of Allah is carved upon their graves You hide in peace but disappear in grief I’m bringing d**h to you, I shout Şeytanu Akbar! Your aim is fake, your point is to destroy And rise empire upon infidel ash You laud Allah, the only god sways peace
Peace built by d**h of all unfaithful thrash. Fascism is obsolete — you claim erasing woes Raсism is dead — and you destroy the others You Allah leads to world thriving in peace But only you are worthy for this peace, I disagree, Şeytanu Akbar! Yet well I love thy mixed and ma**ive piles The church of Allah, you’re ruined, you’re destroyed I will roam free these venerable aisles I’ll be in memory of world, as I’ve enjoyed, Şeytanu Akbar!