The Fourth Daughter - Riul Doamnei

From the sand of a ghost desert

The Sirocco wind blows on

Through the dunes where the 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 comet appearance

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 fire-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 here

She’s the Fourth Daughter of the Light

She’s the Lore, Queen of Holy War

She’s the Ancient Mother of Islam

She’s the Shining Fatima