Hunters of gale

Hail to the knights of Palestine

The aggressive towards their shrine

Hunters of gale and troopers in brine

Crying shields and stones towards their sign

Lions in the battlefield and enemies feeding on their fear

Battalions at the red lines and abyss upon the seer

Juggernauts with crystal eyes and mind filled up with tears

Running and fasting towards heaven with God's blessing towards who hear

My country my key towards my heart

Melodies and flowers filling up my art

Sadness and sorrow ness well end in this start

Hoping to be a martyr and removing this tart