"Sons of Sadr" by Mahdi al Aboodi
We are the sons of Sadr, they know us very well
The earth would be full of us if they only mess with us
Terrorism won't hinder us
As long as holy Imam Ali is our leader [Ali was the son-in-law of the Prophet Mohammed and the founder of the Shiite strain of Islam]
No one would mess with the son of the lion [The "son of the lion" is Muqtada al Sadr; Sadr's father's nickname was "the Lion"]
We are the sons of Sadr on battlefields
We turn into volcanoes of anger when fighting starts
We fear no death
We head toward death
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Once we are angry, difficulties will disappear
Our lives will be a cheap price for religion
He who is against us would see
Don't mess with us, we are sharp as swords
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Our leader is immortal forever
Have you heard of a sheep messing with a lion?
Because we are proud of our leader forever
A sheep [Americans] can never approach a lion [Sadr]
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No terrorism or the biggest al-Qaida would stop us
If only Muqtada would point with his right finger
In the face of all takfiris [impious Muslims]
As sharp as swords we will be
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Holy Ali we won't be leaving the country, this is impossible
We and other sons will dismiss the occupation
We remind dictators of our "20th Revolution" [revolution against British rule in 1920]
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"I Am the IED" by Baha el Suwaedi
I am the IED
If an armored vehicle passes, I will blow it up
If I get thirsty, I will drink blood from a Hummer
If an armored vehicle passes, it is suicidal
I will become a volcano if a soldier passes
And if a Hummer passes, I will erase it
If the IED will be added to the [rocket-propelled grenade] launcher, the battle day will be stormy
The IED rises with the ground and the Sadr love goes in my pulse
I will plant my eyes for the country
I will tighten my belt in the difficult days
The Hummer starts crying blood
Nobody can dry the Hummer blood
If the Hummer steps on me, we will reach the stars
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"Taste the IED" by Ali Delfi
Taste the noble IED, taste it, taste it
See its terrifying blast, taste it, taste it
Taste it and feel its pain
And see what my fire can do, taste it, taste it
From a violent Sadrist hand
Taste it, taste it
Taste the new IED, taste it taste it
And then describe it to Bush [U.S. President George Bush] and his slaves
Taste it, taste it
And tell him [Bush] his army and his threats
Will burn like a house of reeds
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Blair [the British ex-prime minister Tony Blair] has melted with his English men
To hell, they have been issued a visa
If you see Condoleezza [Rice, U.S. Secretary of State]
Tell her that they [Sadrists] saved one for her
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You have seen my strength in battle
Spending my nights making IEDs
So do not dare me, do not face me
I'm a Sadrist, and my sword never breaks
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Taste the honorable IED
Taste it, taste it
Taste it with your traitor
With the one who came with you, with your guide?
My and your strength is taken from Haidar's [Holy Imam Ali] strength
But America has no strength, it is weak
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