We're the orphans from the holy land, the tears of Jerusalem And in darkness we have prayed and swore to rise up once again
We are the sons of the blazing sun Sharing our faith through the barrel of a gun Walk on holy water yet we burn Brothers of the orient stand as one
An ancient promise in an orphaned land A clenched fist becomes an open hand Armed forces spill their blood on holy sands Again and again we fail to see that all is one
Words like venom through our veins they run Weaving a web of deception hope is gone Shall we re-live the pain of wars before? Or shall we be the light, the new folklore?
Evil falls on each of us, there's nothing new Who cares if you're a Muslim or a Jew The awakened ones are nothing but a few And the one to make the difference now is you
From the Middle Eastern lands we ride, all children of Abraham Our only sword, the light within, that burns as bright as sun Wer're the orphans from the Holy Land, the keepers of Or-Shalem So we bow to you our warriors for being simple menTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
