Hand of God - Distorted Memory

The blood was running off the prophets hands

The blood of disbelievers shed on holy land

A plague on man sent from a vengeful god

We had no choice but to save ourselves

Their books of lies spreading hate and pain

Their men with their god took our souls away

We fought for our lives for our children’s souls

We shed much blood but we had no hope

Release this rage

That is deep inside

Stand up stand tall

Let the blood collide