The dawn fades to a searing noon The tuňe of the East dominates the streets The bias of piety grows at his tone As his beast inside him grows ever more He squezees a stone in his hatred For those who tresspassed the will of his God Death is highly overrated for this fanatic cunt He must quench his rage before leaving her to rot... No chance of repentance No way to redeem her Nor the slightest hope A whore they've deemed her Now the light slowly fades from her wet eyes As skies are scorched and terror alight! Buried to the neck, she screams at the mob A soul to banish, a life to rob To be claimed by the land of crusades To be slain at the hands of Holy Faith Her children weeps at the loss of a mother Like a sacrificial lamb, she will be slaughtered A pity their Rab is not even bothered As rocks are covered in her blood... No chance of repentance No way to redeem her Nor the slightest hope A whore they've deemed her Now the sight slowly fades from her red eyes As fires are lit and furor alive! Each strike lessens the pain Each throw drives them insane Her beauty, now wasted in vain A feast for vultures is now in order Once full of life, her flesh runs colder Graphic truth of a savagery bolder His flagellant husband, busy making scars As Azan resonates from afar...