Nasheed - Al Quawlu-Quawlu Sawarem (The Word is the Word)

The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will
Our sanctuaries would not have been desecrated
Had the lions surrounded them
The filthiest of bandits has attacked us
So where are the swords?
They have forgotten we are the defiant ones
Who defend like lions.
We are those who trampled with our steeds
The thrones of the empires.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
We are those who built our forts
Out of our skulls
Which we brought from the land of the tyrant
By force and on top of the booty.
Our messenger is the one who made us
Noble builders of Glory.
Our Messenger is the sun of truth
Who lit the face of the world.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
He lit the lamp of a night
Black from misguidance
And created from a few people
A generation coming from the dawn.
So they destroyed the head of aggression
And humiliated every oppressor.
War against every oppressor
And peace for every peaceful one.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
We are those who built our forts
Out of our skulls
Which we brought from the land of the tyrant
By force and on top of the booty.
Our messenger is the one who made us
Noble builders of Glory.
Our Messenger is the sun of truth
Who lit the face of the world.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
The word is the word of the sword
Until the wrongs are righted.
The despicable ones have even wronged
The Messenger of the people of strong will.
He lit the lamp of a night
Black from misguidance
And created from a few people
A generation coming from the dawn
So they destroyed the head of aggression
And humiliated every oppressor.
War against every oppressor
And peace for every peaceful one.