Black gold infected
A new hope is now molested
We come as saviours, as bliss. The sign of peace on loaded guns
The western logic pattern, crusaders of ignorance
Rise, rise
Trap them in uncertainty
Trap them in insecurity
Fortify their struggles, deteriorate them, make them ours
Revolutionize the masses within our terms and boundaries
Rise with feathers burnt by the sun
A wall of arms against a raging world
The tyranny of soul they will not succeed
We will never surrender to the vultures of greed