Atop the edifice, seat of the usurper Revolution hijacked, by rite of murder Fear and deception, false foes to hate Yet beneath ashes, the embers await
No more will we see, your false duality Today it must burn, ridding this dying world of your wretched kind
Aatash bar Zahhaak meezanand Lajan raa baa khoon paak meekonand Jaayeh faraar az jang 'o jedaal nist Konaameh sheeraan jaayeh shoghaal nist
Talking in garbles, tones of a dying faith Disciples banished, to serve a rotting wraith Wield your piety, pathetic ploy for power The drapery falls, nowhere left to cower!
No more will they see, your perverse morality Today it must die, ridding this dying world of your wretched kind
Ancient voice Awaken! Fereydun Rise! Parasite Serpent King Zahhaak's Demise!
Tighten your grip, it only delays the erruption Hide in your holy robes the stench of corruption Parasites engorged on life-blood of a nation Masses gather bursting, thirsting for your immolation
No more will they stand your blight upon the land Today it will burn ridding this dying world of your wretched kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
