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