Текст песни Убийцы патриотов - Арабский Сталинград

Spring came as the sound of knives
A flock of savages was whisked
In the sands of the desert oil pouring
We are blinding the power of sick ideas

It is more like to ask
and nothing more to lose
In the tesse of religious lies
We no longer want to suffer

Fiero looks at me
their evil look from emptiness
millennial dreams
the whole world in the cave return

And now again
Izmazing the holy shit
slaves insert instead of eyes
Religious cinema

Wild Khalifat.
bloody califat
Democracy Export - Arab Stalingrad

meaningless utopia obvious ugliness
When you are without a head - we are the same growth