Testo:
Arabian wind, the needles eye is thin, the ships of state sail on mirage,
And drown in sand, out in no-mans 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 shallah
They lie where they fall, theres 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 bloom from seeds of light
Bird of paradise fly in white sky, blues for allah in shallah,
Lets 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 shallah
And drown in sand, out in no-mans 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 shallah
They lie where they fall, theres 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 bloom from seeds of light
Bird of paradise fly in white sky, blues for allah in shallah,
Lets 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 shallah
