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Hordes of death With eyes gleaming crimson deeds Mouths enraged Cuntly neighbors, envious, plotting By the might of our cedars A Lebanese phoenix ablaze All hordes of tyranny Shall be left to collect their pieces along the shores Brothers: Stand your ground We are at wartimes Make your way Through the shelling Make a path of the bullets Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes Defy the threatening source and destroy it Bash their heads Belt their faces Crush their skulls And rape their souls Bash their heads Charge till death Stomp the enemy to deformity And carve the cedar in their skins Along the drunken sea You will die Against its rocks You will die On our shores You will die Up my cedars You will die Regardless of the borders they've crossed Bash their fucking faces in Regardless of the territories they originated from Destroy all threat to Our cedar Stand your ground Make your way through the shelling Make a path of the bullets Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes On our shores You will die Down the valleys You will die On this holy soil You will die Up my cedars You will die