I refuse to accept a position amongst tyrants
To stoop to the lowly and the dens of oppressors
All that remains of words
is the reverence for ancestors
With bullets as rubble and bodies turning frail
How can I be content in a place devoid of peace?
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
How can I be satisfied with hypocrisy
and indulgence?
With bloodshed and compromised principles?
And people being led astray on the path of error
An Unbearable aura with the Dogs let loose
I have resolved to part ways
With peace, and peace
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
I am not content glaring at the face of Monkeys
Who have accepted servitude
And the deeds of the Jews
Nor the leader of disbelief or one of Heresy(Lahoud)
Whom are Goats and Cows clothed in human skin
My journey has begun
With peace, and peace
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
I shall encounter thirst and the Winter’s frost
With the Hardship of sustenance
And the bitterness of the Wind
Thus I did not desire a life of Tranquility
In the Shadows of the Assembly of Disbelief
My journey has begun
With peace, and peace
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
I refuse to accept a position amongst tyrants
To stoop to the lowly and the dens of oppressors
All that remains of words
is the reverence for ancestors
With bullets as rubble and bodies turning frail
How can I be content in a place devoid of peace?
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
I refuse to accept a position amongst tyrants
To stoop to the lowly and the dens of oppressors
All that remains of words
is the reverence for ancestors
With bullets as rubble and bodies turning frail
How can I be content in a place devoid of peace?
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
Destruction upon Destruction, and Towers of torment
[O] Paths of Deception, and [O] Houses of Mirage
With deceit, rivalry, aggression, and ruin
Alongside the Short-sighted Serpents
The Course has been set
With peace, and peace
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!
I refuse to accept a position amongst tyrants
To stoop to the lowly and the dens of oppressors
All that remains of words
is the reverence for ancestors
With bullets as rubble and bodies turning frail
How can I be content in a place devoid of peace?
(O) My noble Companions
(O My noble Companions!