Make us thirsty… O’ enemy
When from thirst we suffer… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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Wanting blood to flow rivers in our country
You break through our borders wanting tragedy
Thirsty for blood just like for peace we’re thirsty
Know that challenges your swords our bravery
Remember when weeps for you your family
Guarding Iraq is Abbas son of Ali
A guardian… Fears him lions
When you bring to us war… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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You all know Karbala’s story, hearts to it bend
If you enter Karbala you’ll know its end
When Abbas to bring water Hussain would send
Abbas became the Angel of Death’s best friend
On that day men watched the moon to Earth descend
If a soul needed death to it he would tend
It shall repeat… Should us you greet
And we cannot falter… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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You wanted to know the secrets that we kept
Al-Abbas is the Shia’s greatest secret
He guarded us when beneath tyrants we slept
He provided us when for wishes we wept
In his eyes the river had owed him a debt
When he wanted lives, souls from their bodies leapt
He feels no fear… And no despair
We’re led by this leader… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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Our actions bring back shades of our ancestors
Our grandmothers Zainabs, Hinds your grandmothers
You’re the sons of mothers who feast on livers
Whilst no men see the shadows of our mothers
Your fathers bowed to idols and ran from wars
Our fathers destroyed idols and won Badrs
The truth is clear… We have no fear
If ever we wither… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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This is one country and we are united
Sunni and Shia by Abbas are guarded
You realised just with whom your swords contended
When with our blood Zainab’s shrine we defended
By the battles with our kind you are haunted
We have Abbas and lions he has hunted
Souls from men tear… Just from his glare
When you take the river… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
* * *
You threatened Karbala, this threat is your last
With chest-beating in Baqi we’ll break our fast
You can’t make bleed those who every year bleed first
The swords that made our heads bleed now have a thirst
A thirst shared by Abbas so learn from the past
The air you breathe thins and those black hearts shall burst
Our hereafter… Is Karbala
Hell is your hereafter… Abbas brings us water… O’ enemy
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(Dubai – 17/06/14)