Rotten Tongues from Rotten Tongues by CURSE UPON A PRAYER

Our tree is no longer green
It stands dead
With burnt branches
Alone without its leaves

I lay my dimming eyes
Towards the falling sky
Let the ashes pierce the heaven
With this restless wind

The stars that once showed us the way
They have abandoned us, left us at the grave of hope

"How I wish to see the sun
Before I must rest
So I could end its life myself
And drown the cursed whore in its own tears"

The roots are cut and set on fire
Our monuments fall as their shall rise

With force the walls of heaven crumble
The saints, guides to blindness
Decorate this celestial funeral
With their deformed corpses

The noose is set and growing tighter
Our ruins beneath their empire

And I pray

Death to Allah!

"I will cast terror into the hearts
Of those who disbelieve
Therefore strike off their heads
And strike off every fingertip of them"

Imprisoned by wrong path of faith
My bleeding hands pour out the growing hate

And we sing

Death to Allah!

"Speak not now, and speak never again
Too weak to stand straight
Is too weak to bear the weight
Of ascension"

With force we stab his bleeding heart
And tear his words apart
We shall rip off his rotten tongue
And mark his name as none

For every face you've burned
For every childhood stolen
For every lie you've spoken
His throat opens

And we praise

The Death of Allah

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