Arabian wind, the needle's eye is thin, the ships of state sail on mirage
And drown in sand, out in no-man's land where Allah does command

What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing
Taste eternity the swords sing: Blues of Allah in'sh'Allah

They lie where they fall, there's nothing more to say
The desert stars are bright tonight lets meet as friends
The flower of Islam, the fruit of Abraham

The thousand stories have come round to one again
Arabian night, our gods pursue their fight
What fatal flowers of darkness spring from seeds of light

Bird of paradise fly in white sky, blues for Allah in'sh'Allah
Let's see with our heart, these things our eyes have seen
And know the truth must still lie somewhere in between

Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Bird of paradise fly in white sky, blues for Allah in'sh'Allah