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