We're the orphans from the holy land, the tears of Jerusalem

And in darkness we have prayed and swore to rise up once again



We are the sons of the blazing sun

Sharing our faith through the barrel of a gun

Walk on holy water yet we burn

Brothers of the orient stand as one



An ancient promise in an orphaned land

A clenched fist becomes an open hand

Armed forces spill their blood on holy sands

Again and again we fail to see that all is one



Words like venom through our veins they run

Weaving a web of deception hope is gone

Shall we re-live the pain of wars before?

Or shall we be the light, the new folklore?



Evil falls on each of us, there's nothing new

Who cares if you're a Muslim or a Jew

The awakened ones are nothing but a few

And the one to make the difference now is you



From the Middle Eastern lands we ride, all children of Abraham

Our only sword, the light within, that burns as bright as sun

Wer're the orphans from the Holy Land, the keepers of Or-Shalem

So we bow to you our warriors for being simple men