On the lowest Valley we stand
Against an enemy so grand
It strikes fear into the very soul
The very fear that would make roses foul
We fear them we fear them they say
One third of us had run away
The promised one then walked forth
Then he screamed to remind us of our oath
By Allah, By Allah, By Allah he shouts
Half of us will die so then we thought
With courage we walked forth
fighting to death because death is what we sought
By Allah today some will be free
From this world that they shall not see
We strike through the center of them
We strike and we destroyed them
Victorious are those who are dead
By their Lord shall they be compensated
On the lowest valley we run
On the lowest valley we won
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