Tomorrow with these swords raised… we write an oath in our blood
For endless years we’ll be praised… with pride we welcome the dust
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The world shall learn from our blood… and lives with us no disgrace
Pride sits on all our shoulders… every man hope in his face
Only destiny knows us… it’s hand brought us to this place
Angels circle our arrows
Beauty engulfs our sorrow
As we welcome tomorrow
Tomorrow in death we’ll sleep… with honour, death we shall meet
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O’ grave that shall be our homes… for us reveal your carpets
After we are dressed in blood… dress us in your pure garments
We’ve sold ourselves to Hussein… and left sorrow and torment
We’ve left our wives and children
Our sons shall grow as orphans
Our hearts Hussein as stolen
Even if it’s at this price… Hussein is our greatest guide
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Upon us God has his eye… the Lord watches over us
Our lives were made for Hussein… and this service we entrust
The Lord shall see our service… as we throw away our lust
We throw away our evil
And welcome death and angels
To craft a beautiful world
Our blood shall build the future… and justice it shall ensure
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The poets shall draw for us… a picture of such beauty
The future shall testify… Hussein is worth our bodies
Oppression will not prevail… for its blood our swords thirsty
We are thirsty for our deaths
With martyrdom we are blessed
As we welcome our last breaths
Haider’s name sits on our tongue… our battle-cry and our song
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Tomorrow let the world watch… a golden road we shall pave
Its cement is our bodies… its gold the death that we crave
Upon it millions shall walk… when they visit Hussein’s grave
Indeed we teach the nations
To Hussein lives are given
For Hussein fates are written
Judgement Day it shall be known… Hussein’s servants are his crown
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(London – 06/04/10)