As I drag his body to the cell

I make sure he’s alive and well

Now I will begin to guide his fate

A chance for me to release my hate

Instruments of pain

Slowly pierce into the brain

Tears of blood fall from his eyes

Show no mercy as the muslim dies

Torturing some fucking turk

I did it all for my race

Torturing some fucking turk

The impure race will feel the wrath

The ottomans we shall attack

On our knees we never fall

Kill this scum and kill them all

As I watch him pray I laugh inside

He still believes there is a chance

He will die no matter what

He will die no matter what

Starved for days

Drained of live

I don’t care for him or his people

I did it all for my race

Torturing some fucking turk

I did it all for my race

Torturing some fucking turk