Wartimes

Hordes of death
With eyes gleaming crimson deeds
Mouths enraged
Cuntly neighbors, envious, plotting

By the might of our cedars
A Lebanese phoenix ablaze
All hordes of tyranny
Shall be left to collect their pieces along the shores

Brothers: Stand your ground
We are at wartimes
Make your way
Through the shelling
Make a path of the bullets
Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes

Defy the threatening source and destroy it

Bash their heads
Belt their faces
Crush their skulls
And rape their souls

Bash their heads
Charge till death
Stomp the enemy to deformity
And carve the cedar in their skins

Along the drunken sea
You will die
Against its rocks
You will die
On our shores
You will die
Up my cedars
You will die

Regardless of the borders they've crossed
Bash their fucking faces in
Regardless of the territories they originated from
Destroy all threat to Our cedar

Stand your ground
Make your way through the shelling
Make a path of the bullets
Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes

On our shores
You will die
Down the valleys
You will die
On this holy soil
You will die
Up my cedars
You will die