Garcia /
Hunter
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 bloom 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.