Feasting on the Prophet’s Blood Lyrics

Grave knights of stranger lands arrived by the sea magic unites with armoury, we'll be feasting on the prophet's blood we are the devil's janizaries and wage jihad mercilessly sword clenched in hand on our lips tunes of blasphemy from the coast of Ras esch Schamta far into desert land our enemies' blood drenched the ancient sand the afrait: "beneath the sun of aridity between the bleakness of stones we are breeding in infamy in the desert, in the desert" in Sijjin we have rested down there where shaytans roam and sinned with Harut and Marut when Babel was our home with ghuls we shared corpses and ravened human flesh with Iblis' raging fire we turned empires to ashes when caliphs and emperors failed to conquer the world spirits rule and outlast them all those who were feasting on the prophet's blood Constantinopel's walls built to resist the beast Nubia in the deep south, Europa in the west Ostrogoths, Romans, down to Iberia repulse, retaliate, reconquista satanica desert demons and cave dwellers breed savage almas ugrm beget nomads while the aklm spawn assails the obedient and just hybrid creatures of unholy matings reside in these barren lands where the soil is forever desecrated by the qqm the wrenching fiends who leech on soulless bodies