Saracen swords pierce in my eyes Tears flow like sparkles of words Forming tributary paragraphs Without commas and full stops
Into the stomps of libya I stand As my blood flame the desert The water of Mediterranean sea Become the seven plaque
Firstly i drink the blood of chicken pox Exchanging for oil to finance my war I am wheel carted on chariot of chains When will my fate turn against the tides
The sea of smuggling turns heap Of unclot blood I wish to gather The remnants of dust for peaceful burial Corpse revolts interment on soil back
The vultures refuses the carrion For it is marked slavery o libya Your hands stench with blood your eyes filled with blood
The shores of libya stain with blood Your land is a bloodstream I want a drink from it The blood in my eyes won't allow me
My vein flows octupus prowess to devour to devour my chains Into freedom i cry as blood flows o earth can't you hear me?