Spread your wings black vulture Feast upon the suicide culture War is my way of life A foreigner of peace and a native of strife.
Monarch of Bloodshed A crown of shrapnel wrapped around my head.
These are desperate acts They’re more than just vicious attacks Terror is a weapon of the weak It’s the only way the world can hear me speak.
Monarch of Bloodshed A crown of shrapnel wrapped around my head Monarch of Bloodshed Killing zone to avenge the dead.
Blood soaked sand Contaminated holy land Bullets to anoint Oppression past the breaking point Prayers to recite Bombs wired to ignite I choose my time to die My soul will tear a hole up in the sky.
