Bury as many children as possible

Tides are rising, the barbican has fallen

Soon we engulf the looming castle of revulsion

Forcing every blackened impurity into the cesspit's throat

Intruding the graves, exposing immoral crimes

The lame, casted of your own foible structure, float as driftwood

Among the corridors

Spewing forth vile fillings, from what once was your heart

Clogging as arteries ruptured at the seams

Innocence departed long ago

Slumping toward the floor

Laughter in your slaughter

Taken from sons and their daughters

Patient we wait by the door

Smoke from the ashes as currents take the remains

We're all chanting your name

Death comes feasting with a craving demand

Our heirs will not inherit the foul animosity

Our hearts aspire greater than ever perceived

Tides have risen not of Caesar’s command

We're all chanting your name

We're all chanting your name

Etched in cast iron live for ever

We're all chanting your name

Intruding graves exposing crimes

We're all chanting your name

Forcing every blackened impurity

We're all chanting your name

Silence for the sultan

The king rest his head