Dr.Mohammed Alrazak

The mystic pirates

The thirsty sword swings its fierce steel by the hand of treachery Conquerors shall rhyme with time, for bloodshed to spill over a century Across the world, they march and thrive on the rattled skulls and bones Their reward, a medal of serpentine, curved from fire and evil stones Kings and emperors, proclaim glory from devouring countless souls The ghost of liberty, and the lords of fire, became their silky trade They conquer for the freedom to be raped and the orphans to be made The free souls, when they defy, in a dungeon will dwell or sunken to the ground Thunder erupts by the victim\'s wailing , their tears in heaven were crowned Humanity was slaughtered, liberty on a spike, justice is naked with no pride The seers of the sword, singing, other men to be scarified, we march far and wide The widowed freedom, screamed how in name of the sky, this is justified With a field of skulls on spikes, when fallen, the teeth kissed the motherland The mystic pirates, still sailing on rivers of blood and to claim their pride The bells of their temples sounds like that of death in shivering nights They build their glory from the ashes of souls, spread on all heights In the name of the stars, they twisted the verses to drive the minds Even the rivers with countless offspring of drops born with blood in plight When triumphant by slaughtering and joyful savagery, twine by conquering rights Even the womb of time, delivered history within minutes, the savages writes Thence, the art of the divine with forest and grace, is no more a delight The ascending souls and endless sighs, dispersed the stars as the grains of sand Those vying for glory from the ashes of life and blood, but by heaven this was banned The moon, wrinkled by grief and the dark rippled with fear, shall govern the land From Babylon the light and humanity shined, and when dimmed, the world become blind