Justinian Code - Byzantine

Violence it’s the only way for me justify

An aggression that bears no face even exposed to the light

A veiled disease planting IED’s under the crescent moon

My Enemy, You are not the conqueror this time

We open pits again

As we pile up the bodies so high

Our sense of humanity is tossed away

As soon as we attain solid visual

Decapitate no matter the age or the tribe

Your cavity of freedom is filled with passivity

In the shadows of human tyranny you undermine

We open up pits again

As we pile up the bodies so high

Our sense of direction is lost

Martyrs, assassins

We mourn and move on as the sun disappears

To dig trenches four Caliphs

Our laws are null you abide to no one

Extremists, no leaders

This genocide will destroy your identity

But it has to be

As you dance on the corpses and wail to the almighty above

In this time of war

Let the moon heal the body, sore

We are forever more

Until the ashes sweep under the door, then you’ll know

In this time of war

Let the moon heal the body, sore

We are forever more

Until the ashes sweep under the door

Then you know we’re gone

Go forth in the night

You’re a compass for us all

Follow what is right

And your stories will be told

Some by force and some by choice

In time you all shall leave me

I do not fear to be alone

Solitary, I will atone

Graves of sand we all are damned

A body count so accurate

We are surgical in our trade

Enslaved you will be trained

Never strive for life unstrifed

We fight out of necessity

This canvas will always be

Chaotic and painted with blood

As we pile up the bodies so high

Our sense of direction is lost