They raise them on lies, on utterly false hope.
They pay for dead Jews, the more the better.
They don't rule a nation, they rule a death cult of their own making.
Our Martyrs are convoys our bones are mountains
We don’t surrender to the lowly
We aren’t deterred by imprisonment
Palestine is etched on the heart of the fetus
the Arab state will remain ours –Arab, Arab Palestine
We [hold] the rifles to our chests and our eyes are raised to you
Our homes are trenches and our souls are the sacrifice for you
O Jerusalem, you will not remain stolen
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What hope peace?