
Hatred empties me
Unto the tulips of May
My brothers are gone
Strawn across these blood warm fields
A sweet wound
I pace, insatiably accompanying my Iberian soil
Find my daughter, ripped from 700-year breasts
Hie with me and time
To where she would cry
Pining grief keeps feeding me filthy meat and wine
I remember
I dearly wished to stay, in the arms of my drunken Mother
Once so splendid
Whose smile sleeps now
Confusion paints sex upon her body
I kiss her away and taste her deep down...
(Priests in confession weep out!)
Through each town omens sweep round
This land will never suffer love again
Until my beautiful motley Maria is refound
Mother, I was truly mistaken
Palaces of lust became us
By Roman Gods you were rudely awakened
Shaken
Rue this fist full of memories
Us and the Jewish escaping... the raping
Elation grips ex-mountain dwellers
Bedlam growls with the weather
Leather belt beatings, ancient words are burning in their screams
Maria turns to me and dreams
"Kiss me once more, kiss me"
As my heretic soul is soaking in flames
We got to choose between death and baptism; they were both just the same
ZK
[featured in the ITV1 documentary 'Muslim Jesus' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw_URVvWh5w)]
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