Heated guns
Fields of no man's land under the sun
Victory is the mask of terrorist's luck
Fully loaded automatics
Gunpowder is Allah's most beloved Aromatics
"Take this land" they said
"Burn their land" the others said
No need to argue! It's just a matter of their impending death
"FOR OUR GODS" they cried
"FOR OUR GODS" the others cried
"Let's bomb their land and take their breath of life!"
"No time for truth for our people," they both said
"God is the man of war, for him our soilders bleed" they again both said
We're bombing all their children,
With heated guns and fully loaded automatics
They like to push the weak around
They're bombing all our children
With heated guns and fully loaded automatics
They like to push the weak around
They both battle under the Lords name
With false deities they utterly pray
In the name of apostacy they relentlessly slay
But oh when shall it be? When will the Lord take away the heart from their hate?
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