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Thus now he knelt before the ruins |
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Cold of sweat and heat of flame |
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To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village the village to it's shame. |
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Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives |
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Would now accept the blame. |
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He would find them all with mighty vengeance paid for in their pain |
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Shah-jan, the king of kings wore seven rings |
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And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings. |
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Growing fat on the throne where he sat like a stone |
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As a man who has never known no hunger or shown no mercy |
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In, in promises broke like a bone, bone. |
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And there he sat like a stone |
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With promises broke like a bone. |
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Dispersed about his people, |
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Rostam calls out for his equals |
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In thirst to rise and curse, |
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Exact the worst revenge on enemies to hang from trees. |
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Exact the worst revenge on... |
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The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves. "Tomorrow they will find us. Oh God, oh God, oh God." |
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Thus now he knelt before the ruins |
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Cold of sweat and heat of flame |
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To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to it's shame. |
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The king of kings wore seven rings |
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And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings. |
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He's growing fat, growing fat on the throne |
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Where he sat like a stone. |
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A man who has never known no hunger, shown no mercy. |
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Those who ride against us will be murdered where they stand. |
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Let our arrows rain from sky to drain blood into the land. |
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If a mortal stands before us, strike him down with sleight of hand |
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And if heaven rides against us, then god himself must be damned. |
