Ways of beliefs were written down to please you:
Saints, common thieves — each one his own to pick.
So why — can you tell me — your breed's inventing something new?
Holy war? Now I see — a sacrifice a week
Infidels way: live — let live… How can you resist
Sudden urge to blow them away?
No — we're aware, your war's to get attention…
How could we dare to turn the TV off?
Raid (suicidal) — your humble share in a world's perfection
You'll meet — time is right — your idol and I hope
One bullet is enough… While you're screaming
From the top of your lungs:
Jihad! The ones who feel the pain will try to stop «the rain
Of terror», it's insane… I hear them screaming:
Jihad! I know who it might be: nobody else but we,
The ones who hold the key…That's all they need:
Jihad! And as the time goes by we'll look upon the sky
To ask the question: «Why they keep on screaming
Jihad?» They're just a hostile breed that bites a hand that feeds
And loves to see it bleed — it's just a hostile breed
That cherish hate based on fear — that their religion can inspire
Nowadays. All we hear is: «Jihad!»