Zohak کے بول

Oh son of the royal blood Your way of life was bright And full of superiority Taking possession of the crown and the throne You were caned patricide Winged by snakes Which raised from your shoulders They were the sign of treason They were the gift of kiss Fed by human brains Day after day Night after night Serpents sojourners Transformed your substantiality Into demon form For thousand years the ruler of the earth Menaced for second by saviours Saoshyants Throwdown burden of the prophecy ...by the holocaust of children ...by the massacre of the innocents Knocking off all holiness Into the pits of despair You defeated Feridun Doomsday will never come!