Our heroes waved banners of triumph in the face of the enemies' swords of shame

By nightfall the enemies of humanity flooded the towers of peace with scars of death for the beloved.

The mighty and lofty rocks of the towers seemed to be sinking, while the souls of the beloved were ascending to God's arms.

Triumphed souls chanted songs of victory to the rhythm of the angels' horse's hoofs.

Our heroes waved banners of triumph in the face of the enemies' swords of shame.

The enemy fled with slashes of God's swords, and wounds of the angels' lance's tips.

Down they went in their fled to their corpses' graves house under hell.

The sun had already risen from behind the ashes of earth, and earth was stained forever with the innocent beloved's' blood.

The leader of the troops shouted, show me their face…

But their faces were veiled with their Moslem peace.

Lost in deceit today's world.

I love every soul of you.

Peace.


jack the human