The preaching has begun
The books have grown old
The strings will bend to their will
Servants grow the chains
Dancing to their pain
No names when its time, time, time to throw the blame
و حييين تجرون, نحو القوت
كمثل التبن والأنعام
يضوى الحق
و , يمضى عقد القوم
و يأتي اليوم
يوم يرضى صوت الصمت
و يشهر لون القتل
يوم يخفى صاحب اللوم
يوم يمحى لون الكون
The burying have begun
The wounds have grown old
Feeding on the walls
Of this jail
Truth comes through the gates
Sight starts to fade
The shame starts to burn
The burning, the burning of the slaves
Slaves
Slaves
Slaves of the new world
Slaves
Slaves
Slaves of the new world
The end has come
For the tyrants
The serpent
To be gone
As they beg for mercy beyond the graves
I was not the one ,to lead them to this hole
I have only done ,what I was once told
Pawns of the game ,they deserve the blame
For I am only one , and they are whole
So let them burn
Let them burn
Burn the slaves
For am not the one to carry their name
Let them burn
Burn the slaves
For am not the one to carry their shame