Mustafá Ramone

The year is now sixteen eighty three
And I sent some guys to kill Christanity

But they never got back, they never got back
They never got back, they say

My turkmen thought it was an easy feat
But those freaking mounted poles are crazy as shit

So they never got back, they never got back
They never got back, they sa-ay

The West West West
Killed my Jihad at Wien
My janissaries
Lay dead at Wien

The West West West
Killed my Jihad at Wien
The Bey and the rest
Well dead at Wien, oh oh oh

(Muham..... Hey! .... Muham..... Ho!)

The year is now of sixteen eighty three
I had plans for a Madrassa in Berlin
But my army lays flat
My plans are now squat
And I think there comes the Varangians

My lads had gotten funny in Rhodes and Belgrade
And I thought hey look at Österreich, It's right there

But they never got back, they never got back
They never got back, they sa-ay

The West West West
Killed my Jihad at Wien
My janissaries
Lay dead at Wien

The West West West
Killed my Jihad at Wien
The Bey and the rest
Well dead at Wien, oh oh oh