Hear my call of distant age
Slipping as а morning dream
Hot like sandstorm rage
Dark awaits the fallen
From assassins blades
Like the silk that their faces fades
There is no law except the one
Nothing is true, everything is allowed
Oh Creator, lord of Stars
Will power and might preserve
Under the skies,
The abode of fear, stronghold of Lies
Alamut
Give me strength, raise my soul,
To throw wrath upon your foes
Lift my spirit, grow my senses
To become sword of violence

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