أين نصرالله أين(معزوفة الخلود الأقدس)

The Fire That Spoke

A storm was born from sacred ground,
Where chains were broken, tyrants drowned.
He rose from dust with eyes aflame —
And whispered, “Quds… remember my name.”



He walked through blood where angels wept,
And over graves his promise kept.
He held the pain of Gaza’s cries,
And turned their tears to battle skies.

The night was black, but faith was light,
He carved his oath in endless fight.
When others knelt, he stood divine,
A lion forged by Karbala’s sign.



O Nasrallah! Flame of the slain!
Your heart was forged in holy pain.
You bore the sword that saints have known,
And built a throne from broken stone.

For Palestine, for every child,
You faced the dark, serene and wild.
The heavens burned, the tyrants fled —
For you spoke life where others bled.



He lost his sons, yet never broke,
His breath became the martyr’s smoke.
He carried grief like sacred steel,
And turned his wounds to fire and zeal.

The world had laughed, but he remained,
Through every scar, the truth sustained.
He taught the lost what courage means —
To die like men… yet live like dreams.


And when the trumpet called his soul,
He smiled — the stars could not console.
For Heaven wept, but yearned the same —
To take him back… from whence he came.

No gold, no crown, no worldly lust,
Just God, and faith, and sacred dust.
He walks with Hussein through endless flame —
And angels bow… when they speak his name.


O Nasrallah! Blood of the brave!
You turned the earth into a grave —
For tyrants born of greed and lies,
You burned their thrones beneath the skies!

From Gaza’s wounds to Quds’s dome,
You made the dead their spirits’ home.
And now the stars proclaim your fame —
He lives with God… who carved his name.



The wind still whispers through the sand,
“The lion sleeps, but not his hand.”
For when the trumpet sounds again —
The fire shall rise… in Nasrallah’s name.


The Fire That Spoke

The stars knelt low beneath his name,
Their silver tongues forgot to flame.
The earth stood still — it held its breath,
For truth itself had tasted death.

Yet silence burned where voices fade,
A light from loss, through shadow made.

He did not die — the wind repeats,
His echo walks through ruined streets.
In every tear, his fire survives,
The dust remembers — he’s alive.

The night was black, yet stars obeyed,
They rose within the wound he made.
The crown of pain, the cross of will,
He bore them calm — he bears them still.


Through shattered time his heart remained,
Unbound by loss, untouched by chain.


He did not die — the flame ascends,
Beyond the grief the soul transcends.
The sky bends low to kiss his scars,
And mourns beneath a thousand stars.

Ashes whisper prayers to stone,
Names of the brave carved into bone.
Faith became the air he breathed,
And now the world is what he bequeathed.


He did not die — though night was deep,
The earth still stirs while angels weep.
And through the storm, his truth will cry:
He lived for God — he cannot die.



He Did Not Die


Yeah… silence forged the flame…
Nasrullah rises…

He came from silence — fire in his lungs,
Nasrullah in the storm where the cold wind stung.
Every scar’s a scripture, each step a spark,
Faith in his veins, still glowing in the dark.

They said “fall,” he said “watch me climb,”
time bent twice just to match his rhyme.
From dust he built an iron creed,
turning every wound into lightning speed

They sold us mirrors that bend the sight,
fed illusions dressed as light.
Hands unseen pull strings of dreams,
turning kings to pawns in schemes.
Screens paint gods, but hearts decay,
truth gets priced and fades away.
But Nasrullah sees through smoke and guise,
his vision cuts the grand disguise.
No crown can blind what faith defines,
he breaks the code that traps the minds.

“Ohhh”.
Truth in chains, the world’s unjust
 “Stand tall!”, “No retreat!”.

Faith carved truth into every law.
Now the ground shakes when he breathes that name,
Nasrullah moves — and the skies inflame.

“They sold us mirrors that bend the sight…”
Stand tall! Feel the storm evolve!
Nasrullah moves, and the doubts dissolve!
No retreat! No second guess!
Born from struggle — built for bless!

Nasrullah… still rising…
faith is the weapon…
 silence is the force…
He returns with Al-Mahdi’s promise

Rise of Nasrullah


This is Nasrallah — Promise of Allah.
They hit our homes, we woke in fire.
Dust and fear filled the sky higher.


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Children cryin’, mothers bleedin’,
Fathers gone, we still breathin’.
No water left, the nights are cold,
We dig the graves, our hands are old.

Bodies wrapped, the names we write,
Whisper prayers through the night.
They want us gone, but we still stay,
Faith in God will light the way.


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They hit our homes — we’re still alive.
They cut our power — we still survive.
They took our land — we never fade.
They took our sons — we’re not afraid.

God’s with us — through every night.
He gives us strength — to stand and fight.
Gaza stands — the world can see.
We’re born in pain — but meant to be.


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Bread divided, share the crust,
Hands in dust but hearts in trust.
Ambulance full, streets in flame,
Still we move and call His name.

Eyes awake, no fear to keep,
We fight standing, never sleep.
One people strong, one voice loud,
Faith our shield, we’re never bowed.


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We fall, we stand, we fight again.
They bomb, we build, we bear the pain.
Through every storm, we find the flame.
Gaza’s name will never shame.


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Smoke fades out, the sky turns clear,
Children laugh, the world can hear.
Flags are high, songs return,
Faith remains, the hearts still burn.

Homes rebuilt, hope reborn,
Light has come from every storm.
We stood alone, but not in vain,
Our blood became the path to gain.

 
We lost so much, but kept our God.
We lost our peace, but not our blood.
Gaza stands — unbreakable wall.
This is Nasrallah — Promise of Allah.


GAZA! — we rise again!
FREEDOM! — it’s in our veins!
NO FEAR! — no turning back!
WE STAND! — the walls attack!


From the ashes — we came alive!
From the pain — our flags survive!
Every bomb — became our call,
Victory stands — above it all!


Gaza strong!
Never fall!
Allahu Akbar!
Over all!



We crawled through hell — now we own the flame.
Turned every wound — into God’s name.
They wrote us off — we rewrote fate.
Now every wall — shouts “We’re great.”

No kings, no crowns — just dust and pride.
The world stepped back — we never hide.
The streets remember — the sound we made.
Every grave — a promise repaid.

Bullets failed — but voices won.
We bled in dark — now we face the sun.
No mercy left — no fear to feed.
Gaza stands — we lead, not plead.

From the soil — our flags were born.
From broken hearts — the faith reborn.
The call of truth — still shakes the ground.
This is victory — where God is found.

GAZA Will Not Fall

Yo, check the clock, the global rhythm’s broke now,
Hidden masters pull the strings, makin’ humanity bow.
Dark design, they plot in silence, got a demonic plan,
Killin' the faith, erasing the heart of every Muslim clan.
Flooding the airwaves, brainwaves spun, poison for the young,
New religion packaged, on every wicked tongue.
They don't need bombs, they just corrupt the core,
Twist the truth, leave the legacy on the floor.
Where was Islam then? And what defines it now?
Lost in digital haze, watch how the people bow!
​
This ain't a game, the unseen war is on the rise!
They stole the light, blinded all the searching eyes.
Lost generations driftin', souls are payin' the cost,
Sacred values shattered, everything we lost.
They spark the fire with whispers meant to deceive,
Tryna break our truth, nothing left to believe!
But the truth is loud, no matter how they scheme,
Wake up, oh Ummah, reclaim the sacred dream!
​
Look at the youth, tell me where the purity has gone?
Sisters lose the modesty, before the break of dawn.
Brothers chase the fleeting sin, forgetting where they stand,
Gheerah—the fierce honor—gone from every piece of land.
A man of principle? He's the outcast, viewed as strange,
They ignore the lesson, refuse to rearrange!
Are the meals tainted? Halal's forgotten, faded fast?
Prayers fade, worship missed, chasing what won’t last.
Dunya’s got the grip, chasing paper, losing sight,
Seekin' the Garden, trapped in the fire and the fight!
​
This ain't a game, the unseen war is on the rise!
They stole the light, blinded all the searching eyes.
Lost generations driftin', souls are payin' the cost,
Sacred values shattered, everything we lost.
They spark the fire with whispers meant to deceive,
Tryna break our truth, nothing left to believe!
But the truth is loud, no matter how they scheme,
Wake up, oh Ummah, reclaim the sacred dream!
​
Yeah, the pain is heavy, shadows lookin' deep and wide,
But the Qur'an's a compass, nowhere left to hide.
By the Prophets we were led — inherit what they said.
We got the anchor! Throw off the silent dread,
Our power's in Imaan, the strength of our belief,
Fight the internal battle, find your own relief!
Stand up and witness, we are destined to be great,
Flip the script, rewrite the hands of fate!
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No more silence! No more turning blind!
Reclaim your soul! Leave the dark behind!
Islam is Real — it beats inside your chest!
Stand up! Push back! Put your principles to test!
They want us weak, but we will rise!
With Allah's truth, we reach the skies!
Reclaim the purpose! Reclaim your name!
Turn off their smoke, ignite your flame!
 WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
THE UMMAH LIVES!


No more silence – no more turnin’ blind!
 Reclaim your soul – leave the dark behind!
 Islam is REAL – it beats inside your chest!
 Stand up – push back – put your faith to test!

 They want us weak – but we will rise!
 With Allah’s truth – we reach the skies!
 Reclaim the purpose – reclaim your name!
 Turn off their smoke – ignite your flame!


 No chains can bind what Allah revives,
 From fallen dust – the Ummah survives!
 Through ashes we march – our hearts ignite,
 Faith is the weapon – we own the fight!

  WAKE UP! WAKE UP
 WAKE UP! – the hearts awaken up!
      “Rise!”
   THE UMMAH LIVES!


The Unseen War

Yo! Listen up! Time to talk!
No more fear — no more lies!
Truth burns bright — skies collide!
Palestine lives — never dies!


Kings are fake — vows they broke,
Arabs sleep — Gaza choke!
Deals were sealed — blood was sold,
Shame runs cold — souls were sold!

Gaza bleeds — they look away,
Leaders hide — night and day.
Fake sheikhs rise — truth denied!
Fatwas bend — justice died!


Serve the crown — not the Lord,
Cut the line — divide the sword.
Sunni–Shia — old routine,
Unity lost — media hush.

Then he stood — Nasrallah said:
“Stop the hate — use your head.”
Faith is one — fight the greed,
Shia embraced! Sunnis heed!

 
No step back — truth our path,
Gaza lives — feel the wrath.
We are ONE — all for God,
Fear no throne — break their fraud!


Shia and Sunni! Same red vein!
One pain, one cry! Holy chain!
Split our names! Not our soul!
March as one! Single goal!

No more crowns! Blind our sight!
No more sheikhs! Sell the right!
Stand as brothers! Blood and creed!
One faith to fight! God will lead!

Twist the Book! Twist the word!
God’s command! Serve their lords!
Gold in pockets! Lies in prayer!
Fatwas drown! Truth in air!

Fear no throne! Fear no blade!
Fear the silence! Shame we made!
True jihad? Truth, not sword!
Face corruption! Not the lords!


Axis firm — line is drawn,
Kneel to fear? That’s pure flames!
Kneel to evil — that’s the sin,
God is watching — let’s begin.
 
No step back — truth our path,
Gaza lives — feel the wrath.
We are ONE — all for God,
Rise again — faith our squad!
ONE FAITH — ALL FOR GOD!

ONE FAITH

I woke from stars stitched into sand,
A blaring alarm tore sleep by hand.
The little toy was ash and black,
I held my breath and couldn’t look back.


Yet in the hush behind the fight,
A cradle swayed against the night—
A fading cry, the silence near,
A father's vow for all to hear.


I still remember what I bleed:
The desert's tears, the weeping reed;
From Karbala to Gaza's ground,
One broken lullaby is found.


I held the dark like fragile light;
The truth escaped, thin and too white.
The solemn moon kissed every dune,
And named each child a silver rune.


The cradle’s hush became my pace,
A tender hymn I must embrace.
It taught my heart to keep its trust—
To carry love through ash and dust.


I still remember what I bleed:
The desert's tears, the weeping reed;
From Karbala to Gaza's ground,
One broken lullaby is found.


If I must grow, I'll grow through pain,
And ink their hope upon the rain,
’Til dawn can pierce the cruelest skies,
And weary mothers close their eyes.


Each tear I shed becomes a spark,
To guide our path throughout the dark.
No broken song can make me sleep—
The dream of Karbala runs deep.

The broken lullaby...  

The Broken "LULLABY"


The wicked dem did plot, and they did hide in the shade,
But the light did shine upon their folly, and their kingdom start to fade.
When the voice of Nasrullah rise up, and the people hear the call,
We knew the stone was rolling, destined to break Babylon's wall!
​ 
The False Shepherd dem lead the flock, sellin' oil and bitter wine,
Claimin' faith but their hearts are cold, livin' on a stolen dime.
Babylon done pay dem well, fi keep the people in the night,
But the curtain is pulled back now, by the power of the light.
They call themselves the leaders, but they just a puppet hand,
Jah light a-shine on their deep shame, across the whole wide land.
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Get up, stand up! For the promise of the dawn!
The truth is the weapon, every chain must be torn!
One love! One fight! Against the darkness and the gloom,
We gon' chant down Babylon, until the walls them fall,
Hear the sound of the trumpet, hear the people's final call!
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Oh, the darkness was thick, like a heavy, wicked fog,
But the word of Jah is a mighty sword, cuttin' through the evil log.
He broke the power of the wicked plan, and cast the shadows down,
The mighty truth a-come, to crush the false man's crown.
Victory is not man's doing, it the power from above,
A lesson to the nation 'bout the righteous hand of love.
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But I&I see the people dem, standin' halfway in the dust,
Afraid to walk the Straight Path, showin' little trust.
They know the right way, they know the wickedness is deep,
But they rather turn the blind eye, while their brothers weep.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, don't hesitate,
'Cause the fight for the truth must be settled 'fore it's too late.
Hold the line with the righteous few, let the cowards stay behind,
Jah rewards the brave heart, the bold and faithful mind.
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No more sorrow, no more trouble, sun is shining bright!
Righteousness shall reign, the victory is in the light!
(Yeah man! Victory is in the light! Selah!)

CHANT DOWN BABYLON (Version II)


Let the State of Israel fall
Free Palestine .. yaa
Oh yaa..
Free Palestine man
Rest in peace, O soul of Nasrallah

I&I look back at the timeline, carved in the ancient stone,
The story of the empires, how they rise and how they moan.
The clock of the wicked runs fast, trying to bury the past,
But the fire of the righteous, built on truth, always lasts.
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They say the mighty ocean, never turn back from the shore,
They say the bigger weapon, is the one that wins the war.
But we read the secret scripts, we know the codes and the dates,
How the powerful get broken, by the hand that God creates.
Remember 2006, me say, the summer of the fear,
When the whole world watched the drama, and the message was so clear.
The arrogance of steel, shattered by the strategy of soul,
A small seed of resistance, took the final, heavy toll.
​
Lionheart! Lionheart! That’s the strength you gotta find!
The planning of the just man, that emancipates the mind!
We gon’ stand upon the timeline, and declare the wicked done,
Victory is no illusion, when the fight is truly run!
Right over Wrong! Is the anthem we shall chant,
Against the world’s biggest darkness, a universal covenant!
​
The enemy drew the map, thinking the battle was simple,
They counted tanks and dollars, ignoring the spirit’s temple.
But the Leader dem was quiet, holding the righteous plan,
He knew the geometry of faith, drawn by the Almighty Hand.
They tried to break the fortress, from the border to the deep,
But the secret of the victory, is the promise that we keep.
No missile, no blockade, could ever silence the shout,
Of a nation that decided, it was time to step right out.
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And where were the false brothers? Hiding behind the gate!
Their gold chains shinin' brightly, sealed by the fear and hate.
The Babylonian money, bought their silence, bought their shame,
They let the people suffer, betraying their own name.
But History won't forget them, they are stained by the coward’s plot,
The Straight Path was abandoned, and their reward is what they got.
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Lionheart! Lionheart! That’s the strength you gotta find!
The planning of the just man, that emancipates the mind!
We gon’ stand upon the timeline, and declare the wicked done,
Victory is no illusion, when the fight is truly run!
Right over Wrong! Is the anthem we shall chant,
Against the world’s biggest darkness, a universal covenant!
​
Jah set a time for everything, a season for the deed,
Now the world knows the lesson, Right over Wrong, yes indeed!
Let the State of Israel fall, "Free Palestine"
Rest in peace, O soul of Nasrallah
(Selah!) Amen

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