۱۴۰۳ مهر ۲۸, شنبه

Thunder of Wrath ( تندر خشم )




The thunder of wrath and the storm of hatred
Sweeps across the scorched earth
And the city’s night wails
Fail to awaken
The lifeless bodies of children

The ancient devil of the new covenant
With his cap and Talmud
Drunk on the scent of gunpowder and blood
Sings the dirge of lamentation
And stitches the fragments of cruelty
Row by row
Upon the sacred chest of the wall
So that the ancient delusion of the supreme race
May remain eternal
In the beliefs of the masses

The trumpet of Israfil
Blows the call of annihilation
In the promised land
And from the burned wings of angels
It is clear
No more messages will descend
From the heavens



Arsalan - Tehran
July 24, 2024

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