Monarch of Bloodshed

Spread your wings black vulture

Feast upon the suicide culture

War is my way of life

A foreigner of peace and a native of strife.

Monarch of Bloodshed

A crown of shrapnel wrapped around my head.

These are desperate acts

They’re more than just vicious attacks

Terror is a weapon of the weak

It’s the only way the world can hear me speak.

Monarch of Bloodshed

A crown of shrapnel wrapped around my head

Monarch of Bloodshed

Killing zone to avenge the dead.

Blood soaked sand

Contaminated holy land

Bullets to anoint

Oppression past the breaking point

Prayers to recite

Bombs wired to ignite

I choose my time to die

My soul will tear a hole up in the sky.