Do you want his lands
Though he hardly has any
Jihad
Say you're freeing his world
Village to village, city to city
Jihad
Nine-one-one, the sky is burning
Separating harshness from life
People of all ages are terrified
Nine-one-one, the line is busy
Do you want to sacrifice his sons?
Though he hardly has any
Jihad
Present your sons with riches
But they have long been fat and full
Jihad
Nine-one-one, the sky is burning
Separating harshness from life
People of all ages are terrified
Nine-one-one, the line is busy
The king offers his towers
The clouds are shedding blood
Black gold shoots out from the earth
For him it is finally
Good - Jihad
So good - Jihad
Infinitely good - Jihad
So good - Jihad
Ineffably good - Jihad
I am fine