Rotten Tongues - Curse Upon A Prayer

Our tree is no longer green

It stands dead

With burnt branches

Alone without its leaves

I lay my dimming eyes

Towards the falling sky

Let the ashes pierce the heaven

With this restless wind

The stars that once showed us the way

They have abandoned us, left us at the grave of hope

How I wish to see the sun

Before I must rest

So I could end its life myself

And drown the cursed whore in its own tears

The roots are cut and set on fire

Our monuments fall as they shall rise

With force the walls of heaven crumble

The saints, guides to blindness

Decorate this celestial funeral

With their deformed corpses

The noose is set and growing tighter

Our ruins beneath their empire

And I pray

DEATH

DEATH TO ALLAH

I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve

Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them

Imprisoned by wrong path of faith

My bleeding hands pour out the growing hate

And we sing

DEATH

DEATH TO ALLAH

Speak not now, and speak never again

Too weak to stand straight is too weak to bear the weight

OF ASCENTION

With force we stab his bleeding heart and tear his words apart

We shall rip off his rotten tongue and mark his name as none

For every face you’ve burned

For every childhood stolen

For every lie you’ve spoken

His throat opens

And we praise the death

DEATH OF ALLAH