| Our tree is no longer green
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| It stands dead
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| With burnt branches
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| Alone without its leaves
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| I lay my dimming eyes
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| Towards the falling sky
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| Let the ashes pierce the heaven
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| With this restless wind
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| The stars that once showed us the way
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| They have abandoned us, left us at the grave of hope
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| How I wish to see the sun
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| Before I must rest
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| So I could end its life myself
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| And drown the cursed whore in its own tears
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| The roots are cut and set on fire
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| Our monuments fall as they shall rise
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| With force the walls of heaven crumble
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| The saints, guides to blindness
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| Decorate this celestial funeral
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| With their deformed corpses
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| The noose is set and growing tighter
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| Our ruins beneath their empire
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| And I pray
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| DEATH
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| DEATH TO ALLAH
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| I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve
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| Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them
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| Imprisoned by wrong path of faith
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| My bleeding hands pour out the growing hate
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| And we sing
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| DEATH
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| DEATH TO ALLAH
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| Speak not now, and speak never again
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| Too weak to stand straight is too weak to bear the weight
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| OF ASCENTION
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| With force we stab his bleeding heart and tear his words apart
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| We shall rip off his rotten tongue and mark his name as none
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| For every face you’ve burned
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| For every childhood stolen
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| For every lie you’ve spoken
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| His throat opens
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| And we praise the death
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| DEATH OF ALLAH |