TERROR – BE NOT PROUD
TERROR, be not proud,
Though called mighty and dreadful,
For you’re really not.
For those you think you can overthrow
Poor Terror, you can’t kill us.
From fire and ash, which now my brothers be,
Then much more from you must flow,
And now our best men after you do go –
Revenge our bones and our soul’s delivery.
TERROR, you are slave to hate, evil, Jihadis and
And do with poison, war and sickness dwell.
But bugle and arms can make us sleep as well,
And better’n by your blow, so why so proud?
We always strike back, America eternally.
And evil shall be no more.
TERROR, thou shalt die.