Pushing through Salahad-din
Someone knows what happens
And if you get down you might not die
Kill the men and children
Take the goods and women
Oh, if you go home you might not die
Hide on the ground, hide on the ground
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
We will uncover you
Blood on the ground, blood on the ground
Deafening sounds, deafening sounds
They would take turns with you
Up and down, the sand is
Making me feel ages
Of heinous abuse, I might just die
Mercy comes if given
I am not Elohim
So if you show none, you might just die
Hide on the ground, hide on the ground
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
We will uncover you
Blood on the ground, blood on the ground
Deafening sounds, deafening sounds
They would take turns with you
Hide on the ground, hide on the ground
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
We will uncover you
Blood on the ground, blood on the ground
Deafening sounds, deafening sounds
They would take turns with you
Hide on the ground, hide on the ground
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
We will uncover you
Blood on the ground, blood on the ground
Deafening sounds, deafening sounds
They would take turns with you