ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Waste as the seas flood
The religious soil and
Mankind lays in ruin still
We burn with joy
Heed the call the distorted grin
The enlightened has prevailed
Now face the sewer
Spirits die with the written words
Icons scattered in the sea
... The etching cleanser
Cold
Waiting
Grave
Words end...
So come extinction
The ethnic savior
No lies
