The Reborn of the devil

O holy Yazeed spirit  ..

I come to you .. to reborn the wizard

Crawling in Coats dead, and over the corpses stacked

A broken sword, dusty forehead and organs.

I ask you, my demon ..

From the mouth of the sapphire, the prophecy of the Virgin

Help for lump .. He is still clutching Balraip Almenksh

Images of children in helmets lying on the desert ..

All that matters is being sip water ..

Vithagb lead his head .. at the moment of contact!

For the mouth stuffed with sand and blood !!

I ask you,my demon ..

About  undefended between the Satan and Yazeed ..!

The cry of women among the captives. And flee?

How carried the shame ..

Then I walked? without killing my self ? ! Without the rivers? !

And without forfeiting the fleshy .. of profane soil dust? !

Speak, holy prophetess

Speak .. .. God curse the Satan ..

Not Ngamada eyes, Valjrman ..

Licking my blood  .. not normal result!

Speak ... flatten what I'm humiliated

Do not hide yazeed spirit at  night .. and both walls!

Nor my hiding in the newspaper that the most ..

Nor  in clouds of smoke!

.. Jump around wide-eyed girl .. fresh quarrelsome

(- Was cut about you, little one .. We are in the trenches

Vnafth buttons in Stratna .. and ascribe guns

When he died of thirst in the desert sun ..

Wet your name lips dry land ..

And weakened eyes!)

Where hide my face defendant convicted?

Merry and laugh: a straight face ..

And face ! ?

O holy yazeed spirit

silence .. has minted a year by year ..

To earn any safety bounty

I was told to "shut up .."

.. and Amit .. and Aitmmt Bal_khasaan!

I kept the wizard guard the herds

Whack wool ..

Want Nogaha ..

I sleep in the barns oblivion

My food: water and some fruits of the land.

Here I am in an hour demons

Hour that weakness truffle .. and knights and archers ..

I was invited to the field!

I, who tasted the lamb ..

I, who do not like about me or ..

I, who were eliminated from the boards of the boys,

I invited to death .. and did not let a nurse's aid !!

Speak,yazeed 

Speak Speak .. ..

please

Here I am on the dirt means my blood

He asked

 silence demons silence

"What a beauty walked by slow ..?!"

 pregnant or iron ..?! "

It considers believe me?

"What a beauty walked by slow ..?!"

"What a beauty walked by slow ..?!"

O holy yazeed spirit ..

If stating the desperate words?

I told them what I said about convoys dust ..

eyes, your spirit, Balboar!

I told them what I said about the march of trees ..

the laugh  of distress blather!

And when they were surprised by the sword: they swapped us ..

And sought to survive and escape!

We Wounded Heart,

Wounded spirit and mouth.

It only remains death ..

And debris ..

And destruction ..

Boys and displaced another crossing rivers

Asagn wives and families in Chains,

In the garments of shame

Mtotiat head .. but do not have the shrieks sleepy!

Behold, thou blue

Single ... blindly!

And still love the songs and lights ..

And the luxury cars .. and fashion!

Where hide my demon spirit

So as not to Oekr serenity .. .. Idiot Almmoha.

In the eyes of the men and women!?

And you, yo wizard come back please..

Single-blind ..!

Single-blind ..!

Yazeed SPIRIT NEVER DIES... IT GROWS WINGS AND FLIES