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Long miles through places of strain
I’ve seen nothing but long time in hungered stride
To the other side of worlds in decay

Mind eccentric in thought of road
To a mortal facing wear
Bloody howl from an iron horse
Falling to an eerie silence

Mecca calls for eager partition of impious rule
Levied resistance upon the stage of the world
Beast ridden tribesmen fight in irregular war
The virtues of youth are those of war

Al-Houl
This be cause for final revolution
Daring raids hold fast to greater resolution
Ordered sanctions of expedient task into war
War, war, war, war

A thousand camels, a thousand knives
Cracking rifles, a thousand bombs
A sea in which no oar is turned

The Arabs strike anywhere
Across the desert, against the Turks
For independence, we fight!

Descended command stands within Bedouin robe
Under raining smoke clouds of mortal part
Courage, strength, hope for the future
He who brings victory is prized!

Promised them freedom, independence from Ottoman rule
Generals, scheming, Sykes-Picot, we were fooled
The politicians, old men, know whom they scheme
But a man is unsure who tells only half lies!

I drew these tides of men into my hands
I wrote my will across the stars
To earn your people’s freedom

Death seemed my servant
Until we came near
When you smiled upon me
In sorrow and envy

The sunlight in the desert
The taste of wild winds
The new world we fought for
The many lives we lived

On trailing campaigns
For victory we fought
Stuck between the past and future
Nothing is written

Nothing is written

Nothing is written...

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