I see a burning cross upon a desert hill
Beneath a crescent moon a silhouette is rising
I see the ghost of men who pa**ed this way before
One thousand years ago so full of their convictions
I see the congregation ma**!
I hear the call to prayer ma**!
We all were brothers once and shared the secrets of the stars
One thousand years ago and now we die for this black blood
I see the congregation ma**!
I hear the call to prayer ma**!
I see the congregation ma**!
I hear the call to prayer ma**!