Hail to the knights of Palestine
The aggressive towards their shrine
Hunters of gale and troopers in brine
Crying shields and stones towards their sign
Lions in the battlefield and enemies feeding on their fear
Battalions in the red lines and abyss upon the seer
Juggernauts with crystal eyes and mind filled up with tears
Running and fasting towards heaven with Gods blessing towards who hear
My country my key towards my heart
Melodies and flowers filling up my art
Sadness and sorrow ness well end in this start
Hoping to be a martyr and removing this tart
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