Cradle

The libraries of Mesopotamia burn
So does the body of a country
Infinite, wordless ashes
We grind under our feet
Basrah, cradle me
Fallujah, cradle me
Baghdad, cradle me, cradle me
Ink bleeding, the Tigris runs black
Confidently, march our minds to darkness
Oh, Wisdom, forgive us our intrusion
As we gleefully tear down your house
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me, cradle me
Cradle me