Common Follow

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and heat of fame
To vow the severed heads
of those who brought the village
brought it to its shame

Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged
Lives would now accept the blame

He would find them all
with a mighty vengeance
Paid for in their pain

Shah-jan, the king of kings
wore seven rings
and sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings

Growing fat on the throne
Where he sat like a stone
A man who has never known
No hunger
Or shown no mercy
In promises broke like a bone...Bone...

And there he sat like a stone
With promises broke like a bone
Dispersed now about his people
Rostam calls out for his equals

The royalty must die! Must die!
The royalty must die!
The royalty must die........

The royalty must die
like common beggars and petty thieves
The royalty must die
Like common beggars and petty thieves

Tomorrow they will find us
Oh God
Oh God
Oh God

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat heat of flame
To vow the severed heads
Of those who brought
The village to its shame

The king of kings wore seven rings
and sixty feathers
plucked from sparrow's wings
He's growing fat
growing fat on the throne
where he sat like a stone
A man who has never known no hunger
Shown no mercy

Those who ride against us
Will be murdered
Where they stand...

Let our arrows rain from sky
To drain the blood into the land

If a mortal stands before us
strike him down
With sleight of hand!
And if heaven rides against us
God himself then must be damned!