Kilims (Persian: گلیم gelīm, Azerbaijani: Kilim کیلیم, Turkish: Kilim, Turkmen: Kilim) are flat tapestry-woven carpets or rugs produced from the Balkans to Pakistan. Kilims can be purely decorative or can function as prayer rugs. Modern kilims are popular floor-coverings in Western households.
The term 'kilim' originates from the Persian gelīm (گلیم) where it means 'to spread roughly', perhaps of Mongolian origin. The Turkish name is kilim.
Like pile carpets, kilim have been produced since ancient times. The explorer Mark Aurel Stein found kilims dating to at least the fourth or fifth century CE in Hotan, China:
Kilims are produced by tightly interweaving the warp and weft strands of the weave to produce a flat surface with no pile. Kilim weaves are tapestry weaves, technically weft-faced plain weaves, that is, the horizontal weft strands are pulled tightly downward so that they hide the vertical warp strands.
When the end of a color boundary is reached, the weft yarn is wound back from the boundary point. Thus, if the boundary of a field is a straight vertical line, a vertical slit forms between the two different color areas where they meet. For this reason, most kilims can be classed as "slit woven" textiles. The slits are beloved by collectors, as they produce very sharp-etched designs, emphasizing the geometry of the weave. Weaving strategies for avoiding slit formation, such as interlocking, produce a more blurred design image.
A child was born into this world
With great emotion he was loved
The evil seed slept in his body
Spreading it's roots before the glory
The hell was risen when he was twelve
The squeeze of the trigger was a move he did well
So he killed his parents killed his friends
With black spirit he filled himself
Soon he was taken in custody
But the inner seed was so well-rooted
He needed more the evil doer
[Chorus:]
With terminal intensity operation was made
His ties were broken and the doors opened
With terminal intensity and hardened heart
Now walking among us a voice in his head
He has an agenda a secret mission
Taking orders from higher levels
Fighting a battle for you and me
So we can live in our world of dreams
Tottering on the edge of the grave
Facing violence every day
Causes the new set of priorities
Kills with a pleasure every day
And the hindbrain behind will be safe
From the extra people to play his game
Wrapping himself up in mystery
[Chorus:]
With terminal intensity the plan was made
But there is no control in evils way
With terminal intensity all hell´s breaking loose
No-one can control how evil moves
Unestrained anger deep inside
Turns himself against the person of high
But will be killed in the name of law