Clouds of dust arose from the sand Tarnishing the sight of the heaven Under the sign of a crescent moon A bloody domain was being forged
Winds of death were blowing from the orient A golden caliphate resting on the fecund soil Cradle of the myths lasting thousand nights Standing on the dunes amid two primal rivers Like a vision of oasis through the arid desert Fatherland of nations lost in the seas of time
In the name of prophet and the pitch black stone Legions of the crescent gained the sacred throne Servants of five teachings and a verdant banner Crushed the infidels with a strength of hammer
Let the vengeance drive our blades till one last breath be exhaled Let the thoughts of the disbelievers be pervaded by the repentance Let the black stone guide our souls through the portal of the God Let the teachings of great prophet be unleashed across the world
May the Koran be our beacon in this ocean filled with sin May the all-seeing eye of Hamsa lead us to the path of win
Among the solemn halls of the perpetual city The craving of invaders turned into a madness Inflaming their minds with a lust of conquest Beneath the sun eclipsed by the palm of Hamsa The sultan of the desert stared at the horizon Toward a land of north ruled by the holy crossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
