Çevrimdışı
İhtilâl, ihtilâl, ihtilâl!
rebelling from Tora Bora
galloping from Qandahar
coming from the land of Babylon
resisting despite the destruction
striving from the land of Hebheb
with blood in the daylight
rising in the middle of Ramadi
a banner of victory
he is inflaming the war now
killing the worshipers of the cross
riding the horrors of death
spreading perfume and scent
filling the world with thunderclaps
bringing the astonishing news
sacrificing for the pure faith
he became a stranger in this world
oh brothers of Tawhid, come on
inflame all fronts
the Paradise of God is a promise
before it is the striving towards death
the sheath won't cover an angry sword
drawn by a furious lion
incited by the bereaved mothers
whose honour was stolen by a disbeliever
he won't remain in the chains of humiliation
a lean horse that is used to neighing
and hopes to die as a martyr
with a beautiful smiling face
he is delighted by the voice of the houris
oh indeed it's like they are cooing
he won't be grieved in the Day of gathering
he is enjoying in deepening shade
nothing removes the humiliation from the foreheads
but the showers of bullets
so kill the people of treason
there is no other choice
those people of the cuckoldry booth
who seek salvation in it
through betrayal and evil arrangements
and mean hopes
tear the Sahawat to pieces and shoot
every despicable heretic
and ride death as a horse
neighing in every moment
and plant in every ravine
a sure death for the enemies
and fill the roads with horror
with ieds and ambushes
divorce this world three times
and be pleased to leave it
we are the knights of the faith
we sacrifice for the purity of Iraq
we hear the houri weeping
we desire to hug her
the ember of Tawhid refuses
that hypocrisy contamines us
a cry rose within my heart
it stirs me that I'm a prisoner
I hope to die as a martyr
I'm waiting for the bright dawn
the mean rulers were distressed
by my shout in the day of battle
that our leader is Osama
he is our Sheikh and our Emir
galloping from Qandahar
coming from the land of Babylon
resisting despite the destruction
striving from the land of Hebheb
with blood in the daylight
rising in the middle of Ramadi
a banner of victory
he is inflaming the war now
killing the worshipers of the cross
riding the horrors of death
spreading perfume and scent
filling the world with thunderclaps
bringing the astonishing news
sacrificing for the pure faith
he became a stranger in this world
oh brothers of Tawhid, come on
inflame all fronts
the Paradise of God is a promise
before it is the striving towards death
the sheath won't cover an angry sword
drawn by a furious lion
incited by the bereaved mothers
whose honour was stolen by a disbeliever
he won't remain in the chains of humiliation
a lean horse that is used to neighing
and hopes to die as a martyr
with a beautiful smiling face
he is delighted by the voice of the houris
oh indeed it's like they are cooing
he won't be grieved in the Day of gathering
he is enjoying in deepening shade
nothing removes the humiliation from the foreheads
but the showers of bullets
so kill the people of treason
there is no other choice
those people of the cuckoldry booth
who seek salvation in it
through betrayal and evil arrangements
and mean hopes
tear the Sahawat to pieces and shoot
every despicable heretic
and ride death as a horse
neighing in every moment
and plant in every ravine
a sure death for the enemies
and fill the roads with horror
with ieds and ambushes
divorce this world three times
and be pleased to leave it
we are the knights of the faith
we sacrifice for the purity of Iraq
we hear the houri weeping
we desire to hug her
the ember of Tawhid refuses
that hypocrisy contamines us
a cry rose within my heart
it stirs me that I'm a prisoner
I hope to die as a martyr
I'm waiting for the bright dawn
the mean rulers were distressed
by my shout in the day of battle
that our leader is Osama
he is our Sheikh and our Emir
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