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This is Moscow, a dark, bloody concert hall
Land of ghosts wandering silently
Let's reveal secrets like we're going on a picnic
Government agents hiding the truth
Terrorist organizations with blood on their hands Look into their eyes,
Don't believe their words
To hidden truths lost in the thick fog

A - Scene - In - Moscow

Here, bombs dropped on kids, light up the night,
Blood and tears in Gaza, in plain sight.
Who’s behind this? Who's got blood on their hands?
Whose conscience is dark in these lands?

In the shadow of London City, plans are laid,
Oppressors with Hamas, in dirty games they played.
Hidden hands, dirty schemes,
Spilling innocent blood, shattering dreams.
This ain't a war, it's a massacre, a twisted theme,
Where the powerful crush the weak, a brutal regime.
City of London, dark and cold,
The cries of the oppressed, forever untold.

Deep secrets in the City, can't you see?
Rothschilds’ fate sealed, in a dark prophecy.
Paper dragons, cruel puppeteers,
This ain't a dream, it's truth whispered in fears.
Conspiracies tight, beliefs provoked,
This is the first scene of a battle that's cloaked.

When Gaza's hit, Israel strikes hard,
Counting corpses, playing their card.
Macron joins in, this dance of death,
Oh world, wake up, take a breath.
Justice, don't be silent, conscience, don't go blind,
For this cruelty, a reckoning we'll find.

Deep secrets in the City, can't you see?
Rothschilds’ fate sealed, in a dark prophecy.
Paper dragons, cruel puppeteers,
This ain't a dream, it's truth whispered in fears.
Conspiracies tight, beliefs provoked,
This is the first scene of a battle that's cloaked.

Oil-rich Arabs, why so quiet, why so still?
Golden palaces can't hear Gaza's shrill.
Leaders drunk on power and gold,
Can't feel the pain of the young and old.
Betrayed brotherhood, sold for oil,
People’s wealth, leaders’ spoil.
What kind of justice, what kind of heart,
Stays silent while lives fall apart?

This ain't a war, it's a massacre plain,
Where the powerful crush, and the weak remain.
Oil-rich Arabs, why so mute,
The cries of the oppressed are absolute.

Deep secrets in the City, can't you see?
Rothschilds’ fate sealed, in a dark prophecy.
Paper dragons, cruel puppeteers,
This ain't a dream, it's truth whispered in fears.
Conspiracies tight, beliefs provoked,
This is the first scene of a battle that's cloaked.

Deep secrets in London, soon revealed,
Rothschilds’ fate, cruel hands deal.
This ain't a dream, it's reality checked,
A story of truths, not beliefs that are wrecked.
First scene of a war, right and wrong collide,
In this battle, no one can hide.

'Gaza's secret enemy city of london'

Artist : Shayea 
Lyrics: Shayea 
Composer: Mohammad Rezaian 
Mix & Mastering: Iman Tanha
Producer: Shayea, Iman Tanha
Distribution: Sajad Sahifi
Source: Asli

Shayea - OLD

Elon polluted space with his satellites, 
but the penis-brained aliens 
realized it before the humans 
did When they first saw the satellites 
they said “Let's give Elon a sexy party! “ 
 
Elon run, run, get in your rocket, 
save your ass, the galaxy's a wasteland thanks to you 

Party time, it's all below the belt, 
the aliens are after you grab the pan, 
throw it, run, save your ass,
 the galaxy's a wasteland thanks to you 

The penis-brained aliens are ecstatic!
 This crazy party was joined 
by Brazzer's bald jhonda.
 Yes! They nailed the satellites,
 creating a sensual atmosphere 

Elon run, run, get in your rocket,
 save your ass, grab the pan,
 launch, run, save your ass

The penis-brained aliens went wild on
 Elon's turf, it's all below the belt now, 
Elon thought, “What should I do?” 
While the penis-brained aliens lustily
bang the satellites polluting the galaxy. Yeah 

Penis-brained aliens are now chasing 
you, run, get in your rocket, save your ass, 
thanks to you the galaxy is a dump.

'Gaza's secret enemy city of london'

Hüseyin Altunhan

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