Thus now, he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, heat of flame
And all the severed heads of those who brought the village
The village to it's shameThose who plundered, pilfered village, lives
Would now accept the blameHe would find them all
With a mighty vengeance paid for in their painShahjahan, the king of kings
Wore seven rings and sixty feathers
Plucked from sparrow's wingsGrowing fat on the throne
He sat like a stone
A man who had never known
No hunger, shown no mercy
And, and promises broke like a bone, boneAnd there he sat like a stone
With promises broke like a bone
Dispersed about the people
Rustam calls out for his equalsAbout to rise and cast the curse
Is that the worst of vengeance
Enemies, they roam the trees
Is that the worst of vengeanceThe royalty must die
Must die, must die
The royalty must die
The royalty must dieThe royalty must die
Like common beggars and petty thieves
The royalty must die
Like common beggars and petty thievesTomorrow they will find us
Oh God, oh God, oh God
Pray the children will rollThus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and heat of flame
He found the severed heads
He found the severed heads
Of those who brought the village to it's shameThe king of kings
Wore seven rings and sixty feathers
Plucked from sparrow's wingsHe's growing fat, growing fat on the throne
Where he sat like a stone
A man who has never known
No hunger, shown no mercyThose who ride against us
Will be murdered where they stand
Let our arrows rain from sky
To drain the blood into the landIf a mortal stands before us
Strike him down with sleight of hand
And if heaven rides against us
Then God himself must be damned