We’ll cry… for you Hussain
We’ll die… for you Hussain
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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We stand here before you… our numbers may be few… but here we are
The best of companions… from where are our lessons… Maytham Tamaar
Maytham gave everything… a moon that was circling… your father’s star
For Ali crucified… we’ve come with this same pride… from near and far
Our pride… Haider Ali
We’ve cried… Haider Ali
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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How many loved Ali… Abu Thar Ghafari… challenged tyrants
For what was your father’s… He would challenge leaders… in defiance
From Abu Thar we learn… our deaths have been written… our last moments
Nothing can shake our men… the Earth itself sways when… Zainab laments
O’ light… do not wail
We’ll fight… do not wail
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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Our faith will not shatter… like Malik Al-Ashtar… we’re a mountain
A scar upon his eye… so may our bodies lie… here in ruin
Thirsty, we’ll drink the sword… we’ll be quenched by our Lord… at the fountain
That sits inside Heaven… we’ll wait there with Hassan… for you Hussain
Leaders… of Paradise
Masters… of Paradise
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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Hussain do not lament… we are each a servant… just like Qumbar
The non-Arab is John… and he learns from Salman… hearts shall wither
Like Salman Al-Farsi… John is Muhammadi… superior
Like Qumbar he cries out… there’s not an ounce of doubt… in my leader
His face… shining like light
His place… shining like light
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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We live within martyrs… Ammar Ibn Yassirs… are within us
Your father mourned his death… we know with our last breath… we aren’t worth less
On us Ali shall mourn… and if we were reborn… in this distress
We would return again… and we’d die for Hussain… in shrouds we dress
Our deaths… one thousand times
Last breaths… one thousand times
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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Like Jaber we were blind… yet our sight we would find… here when we died
If later we’re living… we’ll come with him walking… to you we’re tied
If our graves threaten them… Ali, we’ll still praise him… he is our pride
Like the grave of Hijr… Hussain Hassan Haider… our graves have cried
We’ll sleep… still praising you
We’ll weep… still praising you
Sons of Ali… sons of Hussain
Sons of Hussain… sons of Ali
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(London – 15/09/14)