Siege Of Baghdad - Threshold

Burning the sands alight way into the air

Dark black clouds obscure the sky a twilight of despair

And babylon is overrun by armies of the lord

Who cleanse their souls in holy wars and sing in praise of sword

The mighty cross of jerusalem the crescent moon of troy

Saracens and noblemen a sport they all enjoy

Churning black, the seas awash environmental doom

Oil wells are set alight obscure a darkling moon

Euphrates valleys overrun by armies of the west

Sent by god to claim their prize a black gold treasure chest

The mighty cross of jerusalem the crescent moon of troy

Saracens and noblemen a sport they all enjoy

From the cradle of civilisation springs the mother of all wars

A u.n.

team of investigation the breaking of all human laws

We will never finish what we started and break the tyrants rule

Just like all those old time crusaders we’re the only fools

Evil takes what evil needs and there ain’t no middle way

Just like all those christian martyrs we’re the ones who’ll pay

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