Lyrics:

Tried to live under the cloth like freakAnd breathe the threads of costly silk and precious gemsMy pale skin untouched by sunlight beamsIs weary of your hands and your seraglio''s lampsI tear the veil upon my fleshDisrupting upper handI could not be your friendBending knees as slaveCalling you my BahadirFor the final timeDid you think of your end-pointWhen choosing me to satisfy?Out of time to press alarm call bellYour hands are both cut off and bleeding crimson rainScream is dumb from your demanding mouthCross gag made of my burqa, do you like its taste?[Interlude]Sanctity is nothing against freedomI would rather die by hunger but escapeLet''s rejoice my birth, my lively morphingSing with me and play my wicked gameI tear the veil upon my fleshDisrupting upper handI could not be your friendBending knees as slaveCalling you my BahadirFor the final timeDid you think of your end-pointWhen choosing me to satisfy?