No man, under God, Shall live in tyranny Better to die on our feet Than live on bended knee Foul blood fills the streets And soaks the clean white sands No more will we retreat A martyr’s fate at hand
Autocracy of thieves Hides behind the Prophet’s words False Caliphs Craven, vile, usurpers Thousand years Of broken promise Sectarian divide Larceny of divine right
Husayn Ali The Prophet’s living blood Refused to pay homage To the Umayyads Betrayed by his own He marched through the wastes Seventy men by his side A grim fate a waits
Karbala The ground rent with hate An act of treason To echo for an age The saint'sthroat cut As he wept for the weak Rally the people Out on to the streets
Battle
Bloodshed
Karbala Hear their dying cry Thewinds of the desert Carried away The saint's throat cut As he wept for the weak Rally the people Out on to the streets
One byone He cut them down Time to face The crescent blade Asign of hope Vain hope that's fading
Even the Gods mustdie
In the Caliph's endless hordes None would kill thesaint But no man alive Can escape his fate
As he kneeleddown to pray He found Mecca and his grave Impaled through thechest By a coward as he rest
Holy blood's been spilled theschism is fulfilled Murdered innocence the price ofarrogance
Holy blood's been spilled the schism isfulfilled Murdered innocence Vengeance never restsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
