Silica rain squalls over the caravan Veiling the sun in premature night Drifted into forsaken lands peopled with heretics Jealous for our spoil
Allah, preserve us!
Phantoms materialized Mounted demons wreak carnage Venting bloody miasma poured in cries of the butchered Take courage, stand your ground to face mere bandits Ambushed through the storm on our blindness!
Raised high the scimitar awaits condensing shadow Strikes its broadest girth to fell dead the marauder Resistless sortie besets and subdues The bitter milk insisted upon soporific silence
Enter the verdant paradise perfumed as a virgin's hair Where sinuous fountains murmur her mellifluous breath Skin pale like the gravid moon Her taut flesh a ripened fruit Ineffable sweetness, bitterly resolved
Fallen to narcosis, Paradise dreamt, I am forfeit of heaven
The old man of the mountain castes me out Upon the desolate plateau of scorched Elysian plane Fevered my body sickens Its pores exude regret racked with shuddering loss “By God's will, your salvation is as his hand of wrath”
Inexorable I stalk Baghdad's decadent seraglio Bereavement and shame foment consuming rage Surrendered to infinite will Quenched ambition unsated Fathomless anxiety trivialised Pitiless death unleashed A phantom's guile resistless Divine justice abjures no abomination Its piety dreaded forever I am hashasheen, assassinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
