Ways of beliefs were written down to please you: saints, common thieves - each one his own to pick. So why - can you tell me - your breed's inventing something new? Holy war? Now I see - a sacrifice a week Infidels way: live - let live... how can you resist sudden urge to blow them away?
No - we're aware, your war's to get attention... how could we dare to turn the TV off? Raid (suicidal) - your humble share in a world's perfection You'll meet - time is right - your idol and I hope one bullet is enough... while you're screaming from the top of your lungs:
Jihad! The ones who feel the pain will try to stop "the rain of terror", it's insane... I hear them screaming: Jihad! I know who it might be: nobody else but we, the ones who hold the key...That's all they need: Jihad! And as the time goes by we'll look upon the sky to ask the question: "Why they keep on screaming Jihad?" They're just a hostile breed that bites a hand that feeds and loves to see it bleed - it's just a hostile breed
that cherish hate based on fear - that their religion can inspire nowadays. All we hear is: "Jihad!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
