Bone Marrow Protest The Hero

Thus, now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and heat of flame
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village
The village to it's shame
Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives
Would now accept the blame

He would find them all with mighty vengeance paid for in their pain

Shah-Jan, the king of kings, wore seven rings
And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings

Growing fat on the throne
Where he sat like a stone
As a man who has never known no hunger or shown no mercy
In, in promises broke like a bone, bone

And there he sat like a stone
With promises broke like a bone

Dispersed about his people
Rostam calls out for his equals
In thirst to rise and curse
Exact the worst revenge on
Enemies to hang from trees
Exact the worst revenge on...