Video Revolution From Tora Bora de Abu Yaseer 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abu Yaseer - Revolution From Tora Bora Lyrics

Revolution from Tora Bora
Galloping from Kandahar
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, taking revenge on The Soldiers of the Cross.
Riding through the horrors of death, spreading perfume and sweet scent.
Filling the world with thunder, bringing the beautiful news; sacrificing for The Pure Aqeedah, he became a stranger in the world.

Oh Brothers of Tawhid, let’s go!
Stir up all thе fronts.
Paradise from The Most Merciful is a promisе, so strive before it towards death.
The sheath won’t cover an angry sword drawn by a furious lion, incited by the bereaved(abandoned) mothers, whose honor was stolen by a disbeliever.

He won’t remain in the chains of humiliation, riding a horse that is used to neighing, and hopes to die as a Shaheed(Martyr) with a beautiful smiling face.
He is delighted by the voice of the Houris, oh how sweet it is to the ears.
He won’t grieve on The Day of Judgement(Qiyamah), he is protected by the shade!

Nothing removes the humiliation except through bullets, so take revenge on the people of treason, there is no other choice; those people of falsehood, who seek salvation through dishonesty and lies, by acts of betrayal and evil arrangements, backed up by ill intents.

Tear the Sahawat to pieces and fire in front of every despicable scum, and ride your horse through moments of death, neighing at all times.
And plant in every ravine acts of demise for the enemy, and fill the roads with horror; with traps and ambushes.

Divorce yourself from this world and be pleased to leave it.
We are the Knights of the Pure Aqeedah ready to sacrifice for the purity of Iraq.
I can hear the Houris weeping; oh, how I can’t wait to hug her.
The Ember of Tawhid refuses that hypocrisy contaminates(poisons) us.
My heart aches with pain knowing that I'm a prisoner in this world.
I hope to as a Shaheed, oh how I'm waiting for that bright dawn.
The mean rulers were distressed by my shout in the battlefield:

That our leader is Osama, he is our Sheikh and our Emir.
That our leader is Osama, he is our Sheikh and our Emir.
That our leader is Osama, he is our Sheikh and our Emir.