Hero of the Weak

Allah's hordes are gathered for their very last procession

Popping out from nowhere they're preparing for the fight

Prayers of hate wail silent waking dragons of possession

As warriors fed on anger fan the hellfire in the night

These bloodhounds fight each other, upon this playground of destruction

If you see them bleeding, are they worth the tears you shed?

The death machine they brought to life, (their best ever done construction)

Before you prey upon the weak, can't you kill yourself instead?

Those who have been made of dust

To dust they shall return.

And if your children burst in flames, my friend

Don't you think something's going wrong?

There are so many rooms to rent in Hell

For those who died the martyr's death.

For evil seed they sew with pride

Until they breath their dying breath.

Sacrificed upon the altar of destruction

Are these words you worship worth the blood you shed?

Kingdom built upon the ground of deconstruction

The wind shall carry far the psalms sung for the dead.