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من رمال عَجَمي خرجَ صوتهُ...
ثلاث لعنات، بثلاث ألسن:
"دَمَار" — غضبٌ مقدّس من معدنٍ ونار،
"كْلِك" — أصداء الزمن تُهمسُ في أزقّةٍ مسكونة،
مشروع ٢٠٢٥ — نبوءةٌ عائمة، في سماءٍ بديلة.
صوتٌ نُحِتَ من الرماد... من الأسطورة.
الفنان لا "قادِم".
لقد وُلِدَ من العَدَم.

† 666 †
Spawned from the dunes of Agami.
Three flames, three tongues:
Damar War Metal — divine rage.
Click — old-school echoes in cursed alleys.
Project 2025 — ambient prophecy, alternative skies.
A voice sculpted in ash and myth.
The artist is not coming.
He has arrived.

First Album for Click, Upcoming Rapper From Agami, Alexandria EGYPT

Click - Click ( Full Album )

First Album for an Upcoming Artist from Agami

Click - Merci Pt.3 ( Abyusif Cover )

Click - PaidStyle 1

Click - فضفضة

Click - Ali Ya BaBa ( Wegz Kr Lyrics )

Click - Eye for A Eye ( Your Beef is Mines ) Mobb Deep Cover

Click - Man At the Garden ( Kendrick Lamar Cover )

Click - اللقطه حادة ( Wegz Kr Cover )

Click - Gaw Br2 ( Abyusif Cover )

Click - Always Bel Agn7a ( Beef P.2 )

Click - الحقيقة ( Take Two )

Click - الحقيقة ( Beef 0 )

Click - 24 (Al-Odin Cover)

Project2025 is a New Solo Project Created By Mohamed Saadawy to Explore NewDifferent Ideas, This is the Self Titled Album

Project2025 - A Sad Spirit Which Mews

Project2025 - Bass Solo ( Take 2 )

Project2025 - Cold Space

Project2025 - Burzum

Click -  شتاموني ( Shehab Lyrics )

Project2025 - Khayef

The bells of war doth chime tonight
And the heavens shake with fear
The earth commot the sky is in flames
The battle is ever near
[Troops of Hell tonight they storm
The walls they so despise
Heaven's gates are closing in
The night is filled with cries]
WAR, WAR, WAR
A crack of thunder, a smell of death
The wind of mayhem blows
Heaven in its final breath
And God lose all control
Prayers for mercy cries for help
Won't stop the blasphemy
Our troops emerge the sacred throne
And the victory is complete
WAR, WAR, WAR
[WAR, WAR, WAR]

This is war
I lie wounded on wintery ground
With hundred of corpses around
Many wounded crawl helplessly around
On the blood red snowy ground
War
Cries of the (ha, ha) suffering sound
Cries for help to all their dead moms
War
Many hours of music
Many drops of blood
Many shiverings and now I am dead
And still we must never give up
War

Damar- WAR

I wonder how Satan would be
I wonder how winter will be
With a spring that I shall never see
I wonder how night will be
With a day that I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
With a light that I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
With a pain that lasts eternally
In every night there's a different black
In every night I wish that I was back
To the time when I rode
Through the forests of old
In every winter there's a different cold
In every winter I feel so old
So very old as the night
So very old as the dreadful cold
I wonder how life will be
With a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
A life that lasts eternally
I wonder how life will be
With a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
A life that lasts eternally
I wonder how Damar would be
after a Death that i will see

أتساءل كيف سيكون الشتاء
مع ربيعٍ لن أراه أبدًا
أتساءل كيف ستكون الليلة
مع نهارٍ لن أراه أبدًا
أتساءل كيف ستكون الحياة
مع نورٍ لن أراه أبدًا
أتساءل كيف ستكون الحياة
مع ألمٍ يدوم إلى الأبد

في كل ليلة هناك سواد مختلف
في كل ليلة أتمنى لو أعود
إلى زمنٍ كنت أمتطي فيه
غابات الماضي

في كل شتاء هناك برد مختلف
في كل شتاء أشعر أني عجوز
عجوز جدًا كحال الليل
عجوز جدًا كبردٍ رهيب

أتساءل كيف ستكون الحياة
مع موتٍ لن أراه أبدًا
أتساءل لماذا يجب أن تكون الحياة
حياةً تدوم إلى الأبد

أتساءل كيف ستكون الحياة
مع موتٍ لن أراه أبدًا
أتساءل لماذا يجب أن تكون الحياة
حياةً تدوم إلى الأبد

اتسائل كيف تكون الحياة مع موت سوف اراه مطلقا

دمار 
دمار
دمار
دمار

DAMAR - Beholding the Daughters of the Firmament( BURZUM COVER )

Click- OverThinking

1988
worst nightmare came to light
light of dead kids dreams
were killed for fake land
through politics and fake schemes
Fuck you and fuck your Zionist Dream
old man can't even walk or fucking talk
Old man being controlled by his Polish little master
German dead master presses X from Hell
With the powers of dead European MAKES THE PASS
FATE OF PURE KIDS' SOULS
BY
FREE SPEECH'S OWN HANDS
M16s
AND
A
MONEY CHEAT CODE AND A LIFE HACK
THAT WILL END
THAT WILL END

The Oberster DEAD Führer from hell makes a last request:
"Make Our Race Great AGAIN"
Through our S
The blue flag represents THE MURDER OF KIDS
GENOCIDE OF A CULTURE
OF DNA
OF PEOPLE AND HOMES
S?
S?
S?
THROUGH THE RED SATANIC FLAG
LET'S MAKE THE GERMAN Reich GREAT PLEASE!
MASTER COMMANDS FROM THROUGH THE BLUE FLAMES
PLEASE
MAKE
OUR
REICH
GREAT AGAIN
I WILL LET YOU REVERSE OUR COLORS
USE OUR OWN HATE AS LOVE AND AS A NEW PERSONALITY
PLEASE CONTROL THOSE ARABS I LOST

VERSE 2
THE WORLD OF WHITE TERRORISTS CAME TO LIFE
LIE ABOUT A RELIGION
GET A HOUSE!
FUCK YOU STOLE OUR HOUSE
KILLED OUR KIDS
LIKE CANCER
BREACHED OUR PEACE
MADE SURE YOUR NEIGHBORS ARE FIGHTING THEMSELVES
THROUGH DOLLARS AND GUNS
INFLUENCE AND CONTROL OF LIES
MADE SURE THROUGH LIES AND DOLLARS
KIDS GET KILLED
LIKE CANCER BREACHED OUR PEACE
KILLED OUR KIDS DESTROYED OUR EASE
YOU WILL BE A Z' WORD
FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE FAKE GREAT ZIONIST – IT’S A DREAM
FUCK YOU
WW2 ENDED WITH YOUR GREATEST ALLY LOSING
YOUR OWN HISTORY
SAYS YOUR END
HUMANITY AGAINST A RED TERRORIST FLAG
HUMANITY AGAINST A BLUE COWARD WHO DRAGS

WHAT CAN FAKE AKs
GO AGAINST REAL AKs
GALILI'S LIES
CLAIMS TO BE A MASTER OF THE DESERT
WITH PURE WHITE DNA CLAIMS THE LAND
GALILI'S LIES
STOLE THE DESIGN
WITH A STUCK CHAMBER
GUNS FALL APART
FAKE THE DESIGN
FAKE THE GUNS
FAKE THE TANKS
FAKE THE STATES
LIKE CANCER BREACHED OUR PEACE
KILLED OUR KIDS
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK YOU GOT HEAVEN'S HELL
CAST AWAY LIKE A FUCKING DOG
WE WILL Chuck YOUR NICKS

Damar - Zulfiqar (ذو الفقار) Demo

ابيوسف - خايف

Damar - A Green Unity under the Light of the Crescent

Damar - Mawlay/ دمار - مولاي (الشيخ النقشبندي)

† 666 †
Spawned from the dunes of Agami.
Three flames, three tongues:
Damar War Metal — divine rage.
Click — old-school echoes in cursed alleys.
Project 2025 — ambient prophecy, alternative skies.
A voice sculpted in ash and myth.
The artist is not coming.
He has arrived.

† ٦٦٦ †
من رمال عَجَمي خرجَ صوتهُ...
ثلاث لعنات، بثلاث ألسن:
"دَمَار" — غضبٌ مقدّس من معدنٍ ونار،
"كْلِك" — أصداء الزمن تُهمسُ في أزقّةٍ مسكونة،
مشروع ٢٠٢٥ — نبوءةٌ عائمة، في سماءٍ بديلة.
صوتٌ نُحِتَ من الرماد... من الأسطورة.
الفنان ليس"قادِم".
لقد وُلِدَ من العَدَم.

Mohamed Saadawy (666)

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