Hostile Breed

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!"