Cradle Songtext
von Christina Blust

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

Basrah, cradle me
Fallujah, cradle me
Baghdad, 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, cradle me
Cradle me