Thus, now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, 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 a mighty vengeance
Paid for in their pain
Shah Jahan, the king of kings
Wore seven rings and 60 feathers
Plucked from sparrow's wings
Growing fat on the throne
He sat like a stone
A man who had never known
No hunger, shown no mercy in
In promises broke like a bone
And there he sat like a stone
With promises broke like a bone
Dispersed about the people
Rostam calls out for his equals
In third to rise and cast curse
Is that the worst of vengeance
Enemies, they roam the tree's
Is that the worst of vengeance
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
The royalty must die like common beggars
And petty thieves
Tomorrow they will find us
Oh God! Oh God, oh God!
Heads of children will roll
Thus know he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, heat of flame
To found the severed heads
He found the severed heads of
Those who brought the village to it's shame
The king of kings wore
Seven rings and 60 feathers
Plucked from sparrows' 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 the 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
