Our intention is not freedom
Our aim is war
It's not that we love destruction
But we have suffered so far

We built an army for separation
You, the clot of the blood of this generation

There will be no consequence
Secularism is all that makes sense

Disturbance by the different breeds
Graveyard is where I plant my seeds

Denied by democracy
Into my life’s delinquency
Cluster of the satan's mind
A bowl of blood that I can't deny.