Karbala Lyrics

No man, under God,
Shall live in tyranny
Better to die on our feet
Than live on bended knee
Foul blood fills the streets
And soaks the clean white sands
No more will we retreat
A martyr’s fate at hand

Autocracy of thieves
Hides behind the Prophet’s words
False Caliphs
Craven, vile, usurpers
Thousand years
Of broken promise
Sectarian divide
Larceny of divine right

Husayn Ali
The Prophet’s living blood
Refused to pay homage
To the Umayyads
Betrayed by his own
He marched through the wastes
Seventy men by his side
A grim fate a waits

Karbala
The ground rent with hate
An act of treason
To echo for an age
The saint'sthroat cut
As he wept for the weak
Rally the people
Out on to the streets

Battle

Bloodshed

Karbala
Hear their dying cry
Thewinds of the desert
Carried away
The saint's throat cut
As he wept for the weak
Rally the people
Out on to the streets

One byone
He cut them down
Time to face
The crescent blade
Asign of hope
Vain hope that's fading

Even the Gods mustdie

In the Caliph's endless hordes
None would kill thesaint
But no man alive
Can escape his fate

As he kneeleddown to pray
He found Mecca and his grave
Impaled through thechest
By a coward as he rest

Holy blood's been spilled
theschism is fulfilled
Murdered innocence
the price ofarrogance

Holy blood's been spilled
the schism isfulfilled
Murdered innocence
Vengeance never rests