Let′s split the earth in half
Mine will be the paradise
I'll have the reefer, I′ll have the wine
You sell a fake afterlife

Am I the lying Muslimite?
Your verses lure the sheep-kind
I'll set them free, I'll let them vice
You dream a world with hard lines

Oh, daughter of frogs
I made the goat talk
By the name of nightwolves
I preach the chaos on you

Claimed a horde of concubines
Made free lovе a sinful crime
A holy mistress I bound my life
Our womеn won′t be confined

Am I the lying Muslimite?
I need no cube to pray right
One who is never (is) by my side
Your god feeds on the terrified

Al-Lât is the keeper of heights we meant to reach
Not just desert folk
She calls forth all the conscious beings
To break free from this jail
Your deceitful fear

Oh, daughter of frogs
I made the goat talk
By the name of nightwolves
I preach the chaos on you

Writer(s): Emre Can Serteli, Kıvılcım çilingir, özdemir Albayram<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com