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D​é​ch​é​ance

from Lions of Tawhid by Of

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Je me souviens - et de ces souvenirs naît l'insomnie,
de l'héritage glorieux par nous dilapidé.
Partout l'islam périclite,
comme un aigle aux ailes brisées.
Nos anciens esclaves maintenant sont nos maîtres,
nous dirigent ceux que nous avions écrasés.

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I remember, and the memory causes insomnia,
the glorious heritage we have squandered.
Everywhere Islam is dying
like an eagle with broken wings.
Our former slaves are now our masters,
those we once crushed reign over us.

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from Lions of Tawhid, released December 16, 2017

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