Letras
Salt flats burn beneath the sun
Where countless slaves their work have done
In marshlands of the ancient East
Where human dignity has ceased
But whispers spread through desert night
Of one who dares to lead the fight
Ali ibn Muhammad calls
"Let slavery's empire fall!"
Rise up, warriors of Zanj
Break the chains that held us long
Build our cities in the sand
Take back our promised land
Fifteen years of freedom's reign
Through the blood and through the pain
Let the caliphs feel our might
As we claim our right
From Basra to Baghdad they fear
As fifteen thousand warriors near
Our armies grow with every fight
As slaves embrace their stolen right
In marshland fortresses we stand
Building freedom's promised land
Where masters once held whips with pride
Now freedom's banners ride
Rise up, warriors of Zanj
Break the chains that held us long
Build our cities in the sand
Take back our promised land
Fifteen years of freedom's reign
Through the blood and through the pain
Let the caliphs feel our might
As we claim our right
Through the salt flats
Through the marshes
Freedom marches
Victory arches
Built by those who broke their chains
Now the masters feel the pain
History remembers still
Warriors who would not kneel
Al-Mukhtara rises high
Our capital beneath the sky
Where slaves once toiled in the heat
Now warriors walk the free state's street
Though Baghdad sends its armies forth
From south to east and south to north
We hold our ground year after year
No longer bound by fear
Rise up, warriors of Zanj
Break the chains that held us long
Build our cities in the sand
Take back our promised land