Hashasheen (Assassin)

Silica rain squalls over the caravan
 Veiling the sun in premature night
 Drifted into forsaken lands peopled with heretics
 Jealous for our spoil
 Allah, preserve us!
 Phantoms materialized
 Mounted demons wreak carnage
 Venting bloody miasma poured in cries of the butchered
 Take courage, stand your ground to face mere bandits
 Ambushed through the storm on our blindness!
 Raised high the scimitar awaits condensing shadow
 Strikes its broadest girth to fell dead the marauder
 Resistless sortie besets and subdues
 The bitter milk insisted upon soporific silence
 Enter the verdant paradise perfumed as a virgin's hair
 Where sinuous fountains murmur her mellifluous breath
 Skin pale like the gravid moon
 Her taut flesh a ripened fruit
 Ineffable sweetness, bitterly resolved
 Fallen to narcosis
 Paradise dreamt
 I am forfeit of heaven
 The old man of the mountain castes me out
 Upon the desolate plateau of scorched Elysian plane
 Fevered my body sickens
 Its pores exude regret racked with shuddering loss
 "By God's will, your salvation is as his hand of wrath"
 Inexorable I stalk Baghdad's decadent seraglio
 Bereavement and shame foment consuming rage
 Surrendered to infinite will
 Quenched ambition unsated
 Fathomless anxiety trivialised
 Pitiless death unleashed
 A phantom's guile resistless
 Divine justice abjures no abomination
 Its piety dreaded forever
 I am hashasheen, assassin