The sacrilege by the haughty spirit in the land of glorification,
Spiflication of the enclosed Oracle formally the stage of sanctification,
Secular provocation of ancestors by the unworthy means of ignition,
The glory of our sunrise has been knocked out to a melancholy apprehension.
Appearance of the accursed foreigners into the solemn purity,
Their untold forthcoming evil is legendry in reknown clarity,
In their eyes of disdain they speak words of torment as though the whirlwind of devilry,
Our doctrines have been questioned with the courage of false immortality.
Fallen angels that rise again to yet a second death,
The quality of sacredness that's been covered in dirt's breath,
Their kiss of blemish and stamps of doom they've imprinted on our relics' chest,
New auditory sensation for ritual dance forcefully inculcated into our natural object.
Desecrators of our land,
Brutal facinorous examiners of our sand,
With white on their skin not the same as their inwardness,
Their defilement of our throne; the premature proclamation of their arriving grave.
Desecration.....
