Letra Bone Marrow de Protest The Hero original

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and head of flame
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village
To it's shame. Those who plundered, pillaged, pilfered 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 as a man
Who has known no hunger or shown no mercy
In promises broke like a bone.

Dispersed about his people, rostam calls out for his equals
In thirst to rise and curse, exact the worst revenge on enemies
To hang from trees, the royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves.

Those who rule against us will be murdered where they stand.

Let our arrows rain from sky to drain 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.