ŞARKI SÖZÜ
And so I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In their guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children, order them not
Into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass
Against you, for whose is the kingdom?
The power and the Glory, forever and ever
Amen
Halt who goes there?
death
Approach.... friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
Where the children's stony glances mourn your death
In a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
