On the plain so hot and dry
There died heroes who reasoned not, nor why
They were called to stand for truth
Though cut down in the prime of youth
A thought, a memory of the dream of a man
A return to mercy amid strife in the land
When evil takes a turn for worse
With greedy hands in wallet and purse
Making the claim to God's own path
While deceiving masses with cruelty and wrath
Usurp the claim, lie through the teeth
A dynasty of hate they would bequeath
Lest one stands strong and oppose their way
To block the demon in his disguise, oh say...
Have you seen him lead the prayer and call
The faithful to believe in no faith at all?
Through his cunning and fearful cry
To this day we suffer that dreadful sigh
In a palace, Damascus, Satan's own
Grinding men to dust and bone
But the son of Haidar would not be still
He knew it not his fate, but rather God's very will
And so he went up to Karbala plain
The place where soil lacks the rain
And watered the Earth with blood and tears
And relieved us our tensions and delivered us our fears
Shown to us, evil must be fought
Whatever the cost, whatever is brought
Silence is servitude, action the rule
When fighting God's enemy, who teaches the fool
That love, compassion and tolerance are meek
Mere words that flow from the tongues of the weak
But noble is the lover of the Lord
Who stands in the way of such dismal accord
And fights with his last ounce of courage and breath
To set example before his death
That those who lie may live some years
But how to live 'mid slavery and fears
When the word of God has touch one's soul
He expects of us to live up to that role
So honor the heroes of that Ashura day
Whom to manifest hypocrisy, they would cry 'nay'!
Who died to honor a forgotten dream
The vision of a Prophet, to all would it seem
A message of hope, a stance we must take
Whenever confronted by liar and fake
So rise, oh Muslim, the enemy is within
Our house, our ummah, our leaders in sin
Who, like Yazid, call for our demise
By teaching us falsehood, deceit and lies
This can't be Islam, this can't be the way
This cannot be what the Prophet did say
So know this, heirs of Muawiya from afar
We stand against you, in our hands is 'Zulfiqar'
United in love and faith, humanity will toil
To free all souls from hypocrisy's spoil
Taking our lead from those who died that day
When righteousness was put to the sword
On that hot, dusty plain...Karbala
