Wakes up to the smell of blood The mother, widow proud to be one Answering the call of dead To celebrate the death of her son Gunshot ridden lullabies For a better afterlife It's the infant's destiny In a country torn by strife Innocence slayed on the streets Pay homage to your own beliefs Born and raised amidst deceits Blinded from the sea of grief Delusive sight of dignity Slaughtered in the name of god Praising damned insanity Blame it on your mighty lord I dream of God's kingdom As I take my last breath Predatory martyrdom As I heed to the gods of death