Open the gate and let us enter
Open the gate and let us enter,
Or we’ll wrench the lock and kick down the door.
If it doesn’t drop, we’ll sledgehammer through
Forcing our way into your homes –
And bring up the dead to eat the living,
And the dead will outnumber the living.
We demand the precious ring عيسى بن مريم
Now show us the secret place:
We bomb the fiery doors of Hell –
Our slain disturbed, they rise again.
Sleepers awoken from their beds,
They sing as the dust give up it’s dead.
The whipping spur of mercenaries greed,
Roaming, killing, take souls for the cause –
Casually pledge for the Leader’s sake
Whole heart and stolen mind?
They stroked, caressed and kissed her:
Marked men turned into wolves.
Woe to whom you honoured!
The fickle god cruelly paid you back,
Passing you by as a cheating lover,
As if fairy tales can be heard.
He guided you from above the sky?
It’s fallen in and you pay dearly –
Enslaved by things of worldly nature,
Your vigour now lost and vision unsightly,
Now history’s gone, snared –
The traps you fell into laid,
Manufactured by slick rulers,
Your nobles lie down sleeping.
Sandy graves have been prepared,
Seven rows of Jannah, Heaven,
For proud in battle we never falter,
Whips flashing, blades to the ready
AK-47s shooting idly
And dare you not to squeal:
“My brother, do not let me perish!”
For this day the vocals of our song
Smother the kaffirs weeping
Women lamenting sacrificed children,
Slapping their faces because
The dead will rise and inhale the stench.
Are you sleeping paupers of the globe;
Rich folk feast yet you are fasting.
Who is there to help these wretched streets?
There is no relief. The wound incurable.
Some around the world hear and rejoice,
Evil continually transmitted.
Open the gate and let us enter,
Or we’ll wrench the lock and kick down the door,
If it doesn’t drop, we sledgehammer through
Forcing our way into your homes.
And bring up the dead to eat the living –
And the dead will outnumber the living.
