The Sword

I am the sword-i am the sword of justice
I am a soldier-soldier of god
Ambassador of death creator of chaos
My name is wrath my language terror
I spread fear i spill blood
I bring the fire to the godless ones
I am the lord-i am the lord of war
I am the martyr i am twelve years old
Allahu akbar
I am his loyal son,
They made me the chosen one
To bring grief and death
Allahu akbar
I am the offering
My flesh belongs to thee
Count one two three
Bang-red lightning shock waves, streaming people at the market place
Black smoke burnt flesh broken class, dismembered mothers and children
What a glorious day indeed today ill find the end of the brave
Allahu akbar
I am his loyal son
Should i be the praised one?
In this chaos of grief and death
Allahu akbar
And i’m couching blood
My body is getting cold
And my heart beats weaker
Is this the way i want to be remembered?
Am i really on the stairway to paradise?
Where are the virgin blessings from above?
Forever i will suffer the pain of slow suicide death
Bang-red lightning shock waves screaming people at the market place
Black smoke burnt flesh broken class. dismembered mothers and children
What a glorious day indeed, today i’ll find the end of the brave
Allahu akbar!
Allahu akbar!
'every kind of fanaticism poisons the hearts of men
Regardless of its political or religious background