Of Pride and Kazim Lyrics

Every night
I see her face
smeared with blood
I hear her voice
Cracking in agony

She was my mother
Stabbed a dozen times
She was my mother
Burned alive in broad daylight

Every night
I feel the losing grip
Of her hand
I smell the stench
of her burnt flesh

She... she was my mother
Massacred by my own father

Dad, your honor is a disgrace
Dad, your ideology is an imminence
Dad, your believe is a pathetic lie
Dad, I hope you suffer till you die