Letra da Música: Hostile Breed - Royal Hunt

Ways of beliefs were written down to please you:
saints, common thieves - each one his own to pick.
So why - can you tell me - your breed's inventing something new?
Holy war? Now I see - a sacrifice a week
Infidels way: live - let liveÂ… how can you resist
sudden urge to blow them away?

No - we're aware, your war's to get attentionÂ…
how could we dare to turn the TV off?
Raid (suicidal) - your humble share in a world's perfection
You'll meet - time is right - your idol and I hope
one bullet is enoughÂ… while you're screaming
from the top of your lungs:

Jihad! The ones who feel the pain will try to stop 'the rain
of terror', it's insaneÂ… I hear them screaming:
Jihad! I know who it might be: nobody else but we,
the ones who hold the keyÂ…That's all they need:
Jihad! And as the time goes by we'll look upon the sky
to ask the question: 'Why they keep on screaming
Jihad?' They're just a hostile breed that bites a hand that feeds
and loves to see it bleed - it's just a hostile breed

that cherish hate based on fear - that their religion can inspire
nowadays. All we hear is: 'Jihad!'