本歌詞不能自動滾動
Streets crowded with troubled faces Under an oppressive reign Of ruthless radical terror gangs On a new violent campaign Restless sons of a cruel creed Will continue their holy war Martyrs of a sacred mission Considered worth killing for The iron crown of terror Rest upon death＇s head Masked gunmen out to kill Unleashing the bullet rain Nailbombs being detonated Hundreds of victims slain Ravenous religious killing spree Streets colored deep red Human remains lying all around It＇s time to collect the dead The iron crown of terror Rest upon death＇s head Massive blasts detonate Among the unsuspecting crowds Shards of metal and glass Are flying all around Explosions claiming casualties Will plague this cursed ground Headless bodies and severed limbs Will continue to be found Emissaries of death Are the kings of the land The sons of Dajjal Wield their deadly hand Shrapnel rain Shrapnel rain Emissaries of death Are the kings of the land The sons of Dajjal Wield their deadly hand Shrapnel rain Shrapnel rain Masked gunmen out to kill Unleashing the bullet rain Nailbombs being detonated Hundreds of victims slain Ravenous religious killing spree Streets colored deep red Human remains lying all around It＇s time to collect the dead Explosions claiming casualties Will plague this cursed ground Headless bodies and severed limbs Will continue to be found