Lyrics by Samih Al-Qassem

Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Oh you forged from the ruins of my home
Under the ruins vengeance is rolling around
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Oh you forged from the ruins of my home
Under the ruins vengeance is rolling around

If my trunk is a victim to the axes
My roots are a god in the soil thriving
If my trunk is a victim to the axes
My roots are a god in the soil thriving
This is me naked until tomorrow
Rest in his body or be crucified

Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Oh you forged from the ruins of my home
Under the ruins vengeance is rolling around
And for his eyes and the eyes of my brothers
Walk and give the path what it asks for
And for his eyes and the eyes of my brothers
Walk and give the path what it asks for

This is me singing all my troubles
And blood on my palm singing so drink
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Some songs scream with no festivity
So if they provoke you get furious
Oh you forged from the ruins of my home
Under the ruins vengeance is rolling around
Under the ruins vengeance is rolling around

Drink