Thus, now he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat, heat of flame To vow the severed heads Of those who brought the village The village to it's shame Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives Would now accept the blame He would find them all With a mighty vengeance Paid for in their pain Shah Jahan, the king of kings Wore seven rings and 60 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 in In promises broke like a bone And there he sat like a stone With promises broke like a bone Dispersed about the people Rostam calls out for his equals In third to rise and cast curse Is that the worst of vengeance Enemies, they roam the tree's 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! Heads of children will roll Thus know he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat, heat of flame To 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 60 feathers Plucked from sparrows' 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