The world is burned
I could have saved you.

I could have led you down the path of Light. But you spat in my face. You spurned the hand of MOLOCH.

Isn't it time you praised the Horrid King? Only he can save you from the nightmare that is Islam now.

When you walk the plank, tell me what you see

Give me the many children of Ahmed and company and I shall deliver you from the hands of the weak and into the basking flames. A golden age approaches if only you would just say

ABAR BA'ESH.

You are the diamond, you are the eye

God of death and eternal life. You burn the souls and set them free