The Sword - Darkmoon

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