Riul Doamnei The Fourth Daughter
From the sand of ghost desert The Sirocco wind blows on Through the dunes where time is lost As a serpent creeps forlorn
Prophet's progeny has there taken form By her hands and womb so warm In the shadowfall her chador was led To the bloodline of Muhammad
Falling down from the stars to abyss and fade out As a cometh appearence Fleeting in the cosmos night And Israel awaits in terror The return of Sultan's might As the nightmare of a new Pharaoh
And now walk where you fear On a five woven-tapestry End is near
Falling down from the stars to abyss and fade out Burning from a deeper paradise Razing towns Welcome to the holocaust
So now walk where you fear Burning from a deeper paradise End is near
She's the Fourth Doughter of the Light She's the Lore,Queen of Holy War She's the Ancient Mother of Islam She's the Shining Fatima
