LYRIC

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and head of flame
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village
To it's shame. Those who plundered, pilfered, and pillaged lives
Would now accept the blame.

He would find them all with a mighty vengeance paid for in their pain.
Shah-jan, the king of kings wore seven rings
And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings.

Growing fat on the throne where he sat like a stone.
A man who has never known no hunger or shown no mercy
In promises broke like a bone.
And there he sat like a stone, in promises broke like a bone.

Dispersed about his people, rostam calls out for his equals
In thirst to rise and curse, exact the worst revenge on enemies
To hang from trees.

The royalty must die (Must Die)
The royalty must die
The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves
The royalty Must die like common beggars and petty thieves

Tomorrow they will find us
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god Hide the children

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and head of flame
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village
To it's shame.

The king of kings wore seven rings
And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings.
He's growing fat, growing fat on the throne where he sat like a stone
A man who has never known no hunger, Shown no mercy

Those who ride against us will be murdered where they stand

Let our arrows rain from sky to drain the blood into the land
If a mortal stands before us, strike him down with sleight of hand
And if heaven rides against us, then god himself then must be damned

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