Murderous alphabet in square letters
fog of multitude lost in the mists of times
no one will have compassion for your lambs
and the pavement of your lament .
Philosopher of wandering that brings
the plague of knowledge ,
your empire-shaking trump
will fade away in shameful solo...
O three times cursed city
here comes the hour of judgement !
You ,who claim to conduct the orchestra of nations,
don\'t you know that Esfahan roses are half the world ?
At the thorn your hand will tear and drop the iron rod !
You\'re back flamboyant pharaoh !
Angel of destiny casts the first stone ,
in the night glows Baal\'s inferno !
Burns the tree of moral and rules,
Woman you will not taste the fruit of imposture ...
Once again as a prophet ,I say :
The sword on your neck will fall ,
green etendard your shroud ...
Son of the star your saga will end
in a constellation of sand ...