A poor man | With four daughters
A wife and a son | Daughter commits adultery
Or so he was told
Bought a knife and machete | After Friday's prayers
Feared the young would follow old | Daughter must be
killed

For your honour | You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters

For your honour | You will slaughter
It's you who should be slaughtered

Terror grips the steel with hunger | Thirsting to
avenge its soiled pride
A shamed madman

You take their lives away as they sleep | The blade
kisses at their throats
Life bleeds without a chance to weep | You take, you
take their lives away

Yet a man unrepentant | Don't you realize
You murdered your own children | Call that honourable
cause?

For your honour | You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters

For your honour | You will slaughter
It's you who should be slaughtered

Terror grips the steel with hunger | Thirsting to
avenge its soiled pride
A shamed madman

You take their lives away as they sleep | The blade
kisses at their throats
Life bleeds without a chance to weep | You take, you
take their lives away

For your honour | You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters

For your honour | You will slaughter
It's you who should be slaughtered

Terror grips the steel with hunger | Thirsting to
avenge its soiled pride
A shamed madman

You take their lives away as they sleep | The blade
kisses at their throats
Life bleeds without a chance to weep | You take, you
take their lives away


By Thiago Samagaia