اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I return from the depths
I pledged to conquer the filth that pollutes the sanctity of this water
A disease defiling the land
Cutting down the trees to build their homes
Unworthy
The homes they build will be their tombs
The unborn will die inside their wombs
No mercy
I can smell the filth that your pores secrete
Polluting this precious air
I can smell your despair
Crying out to God in your senseless prayers
Your prayers will never be heard
You will know what it's like to be forsaken by God
When I slaughter you all you'll see you pray to a fraud
You pray to nothing
God, strike me down if you can hear their prayers for mercy
