The land that covered the horizon with his wing. And wore the glory of civilizations as clothing. God has blessed the land of the two rivers. The ages had known us as the winners. Swear in the sword and the word of knight. Swear in the sound of steeds in the fight. We'll be the baileys of this great land. Over our dead bodies we'll make it stand. Babylon from us and Assyria is ours. And through history we prove our powers. We inherited from the deserts the prophet's flag. The Arabian eminence, and tolerance with no sag. The land that taught the world how to write. It’s now his time to teach them how to fight.