A poor man With four daughters A wife and a son Daughter commits adultery Or so he was told Bought a knife and machette After friday's prayers Fear the young would follow old Daughter must be killed For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger thirsting to avenge it's soiled pride Ashamed mad man You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their throats Love bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away You're the man unrepentant Don't you realise You murdered your own children Call that honourable cause? For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger thirsting to avenge its soiled pride Ashamed mad man You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their throats Love bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger thirsting to avenge its soiled pride Ashamed mad man You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their throats Love bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com