Zohak

Oh son of the royal blood
 Your way of life was bright
 And full of superiority
 Taking possession of the crown and the throne
 You were caned patricide
 Winged by snakes
 Which raised from your shoulders
 They were the sign of treason
 They were the gift of kiss
 Fed by human brains
 Day after day
 Night after night
 Serpents sojourners
 Transformed your substantiality
 Into demon form
 For thousand years the ruler of the earth
 Menaced for second by saviours
 Saoshyants
 Throwdown burden of the prophecy
 ...by the holocaust of children
 ...by the massacre of the innocents
 Knocking off all holiness
 Into the pits of despair
 You defeated Feridun
 Doomsday will never come!