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You fill your lamp, when it voids, with the blood that you spill from the throats
And you stomp with your power every pure lineage, and make legal the destruction of the weak
The night has darkened, and the sheep (your slaves), as you see...look at you with naive eyes
They bent their backs for your whips...so submissive and degraded!
When the oppressed complain...who's Majesty's there to consider them?
I tried to imitate your treachery, but my heart could not stand it and my very limbs quaked!
Bewildered, you're now hanging in the pits of Hell...between the fiery tongues of the blaze
I look at your body O Yazeed (Tyrant) and I see the blazing waves and storming fire devouring it
"It's indeed useless to reason with you...I belittle your value, and will for long rebuke you!
Revolution..Revolution: A glow that emerges from the thirsty throats!
Revolution..Revolution: A dawn created from the light of the Quran!
Revolution..Revolution: A volcanic eruption!!
Revolution..Revolution: A notion that has written a glorious victory!
Revolution..Revolution: The stance of a FREE MAN who bows to none but GOD!
Revolution..Revolution: A victory in the name of God!
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(Your head,) A head that's covered in the Blaze of fire...turned so ugly as a slithering snake
Your hands are now tied up by the very whips, that yesterday were abusing the people!
Rise and hear your name (today), everyone curses you!...And look at your throne how now it is no more!
And look at these generations, anxiously taking on the flag of those (generations) before!
(It is) just like the glowing torch, only it is from the light of the (One) GOD - never put out!
There is the daughter of Zahra'a, with her was her guardian...but now only lives in her dream!
God will be your sufficient Judge, and Muhammad (pbuh) an adversary..and Jibrael (Gabriel) a patron against you!
...your slaves and whoever empowered you against the people..will soon know to whom the power REALLY belongs.
You won't live!....but as an idol that breaks by the sword of Al-Abbas (son of imam Ali)
You won't live!....but as a ghost and Hussain (master of Martyrs) will have a head-held-up forever!
You won't live!....as a (positive) memory between the people!
You won't live!....Never..EVER...but as arrows in the Quran
You won't live!....but as a blade that stabs the guts of men
You won't live!....as a voice of goodness.
You won't live!....as a voice of goodness.
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Glare at the Heavens with a look of mockery..
And make your drink from the blood of guts.
And live in your tyranny, O Yazid, for Hussain has gone away with ripped limbs.
She (Zainab) calls her brother, hiding her face...in panic and she holds the (empty) waterskin faintly
Overwhelmed by that evil hill...in the horizons like a black cloud!
She crawled to the water she sees...and on the way, she crumbled over a boulder.
That is not Hussain you see, so stop moving o daughter of Al-Zahra (a.s)
Who'll be there for the weak ones when they need help?... against Yazid (tyrant), except the knight of the desert?
My life's their sacrifice.. thirsty kids and infants...with pale faces and flat stomaches!
Hands that stretch to the Heavens, and eyes that stare at the near, yet far away, water.
(water) that is free for every thirsty creature...from a barking dog to a snake.
By God, you have not cut but your own skin, and did not slash but your own meat.
You will return to the Prophet of God, Muhammad (pbuh) and will pay for the innocent blood you spilled!
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... is coming and advocating the revolutionists!
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... will revolt and unsheathe the sword of revenge!
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... is a dawn for free men & women!
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... a hope that will come to this Earth
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... the son of Hussain has not died!
Al-Mahdi, Al-Mahdi (Saviour) ... a dawn for vengeance (against evil)!
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(Too) Honoured is Hussain than to buy .. Rey (Tehran) with a treacherous plan (like yours)
He chose to die rather than to give allegiance..to a renegade who gave up to his (evil) whims
Let them kill him (Imam Hussain) like they want...but what need is there to kill women and children?!
I remembered them for an hour...that felt like an era due to the overwhelming emotion
The world failed to help a skinny infant...with (thirsty) dry lips like burning material
Although his father (Hussain) interceded with an echo...carrying it (infant) with his white hands
The narrators say that their (oppressors') answer was an arrow...that planted in baby's neck
Then it (the baby) shook and flapped (its arms) like a bird...thirsty, it died next to water.
Gather your powers (O tyrant), engage in your plans and use all your energy..
Though, by God, you will never erase our memory (in people's minds) and your shame will never go away!
Your power has come to nothing..and your days are numbered.
Your power has come to nothing..and your days are numbered.
Revolution..Revolution: An honour that shined up the faces of Heroes!
Revolution..Revolution: A flag that's held in the hands of every generation!
Revolution..Revolution: Glory in the name of God!
Revolution..Revolution: A fiery lake that buries the tyrants within!
Revolution..Revolution: A notion that accepts not the crimes of tyrants
Revolution..Revolution: A revelation from Ashoura!
*Repeat Chorus*