They came from the south, from sands of a desert Like plague from a thousand years ago, the plague of today Like stray dogs they run for Europe With the nomadic sandal they stomp on our soil Silent gods watch from the shadows of their old splendor Their kids renouncing their culture again Bellum nec timendum But all have forgotten And minarets are shooting into the sky The prophet avid of our blood Sends hordes of the crescent "crusaders" The dusk is coming after that night Which can be lightened up only by fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
