Rise of the black sun – Mike Al-Amiry – 2015 (To view on Youtube right click and select open in new window)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P13afs6xJA
In the yonder forefathers met nightly, to speak of their offspring with pride
Beacons that burned themselves brightly, for descendants to follow their stride
They gazed out of their history pages, at a world they entrusted to their sons
Proud fathers boastful through the ages, of glories and accolades they’d won
Pioneers who built-up great nations, technologies that reached for the stars
From towering skylines to stations, for ascension to the moon and to Mars
Civilisations who learned from every instance, to overcome adversity and blight
Racing forth with stubborn persistence, towards a future prosperously bright
The eldest ancestors held silence, from their pages only sighs would exude
Their legacies devoured by violence, a banquet for voracious broods
The strides of their sons were disrupted, by the rampaging warriors of time
Leaving hearts and minds corrupted, and progress ethereal and sublime
From a dismal new dawn on the horizon, came a billowing dark cloud of gloom
on bloodlust a black sun was rising, heralding another day of doom
Isis in her temples there trembled, her famed name a chariot for hate
And Ishtar of Babylon was humbled, as another whore danced at her gate
The beneficence of God was flouted, in sermons from maniacs and fools
While the treasures of man lay routed, by hordes of headhunting ghouls
Their banners rang hollow when fluttered, above oceans of blood that they shed
Below them they bellowed and spluttered, commandments of terror and dread
From the banks of Tigris to Euphrates, sweet waters ran crimson with blood
They opened the floodgates of Hades, to drown Noah in a raging red flood
With the message of Islam distorted, the messenger cried out in dismay
To the faithful he called and exhorted; remember to whom we all pray
Allahu-Akbar through slaughter they chanted, as the mouth of Gahanna was gaped
When their souls to the devil they granted, true Islam was beheaded and raped
In their madness they loudly berated, they were soldiers of God in his schemes
And that paradise their martyrs awaited; to embrace them in delusional dreams
The ghosts of Assyria sat weeping, their tale was in the chapters of shame
Their children were butchered while sleeping, as carnage was wrought in God’s name
The history book turned over those pages, and when questioned it solemnly sighed
It then pointed to the scholars and sages, the epitaph to an old pride that died.
Here lie civilisation’s first infants, their cradle was rendered their tomb
Their glories are memories made distant, by the offspring of an unholy womb.