Oh satan he fell and a mission he declared
No child of the clay would ever be spared.
He set forth a plan to prove unto the lord
From the heat of the furnace
He tempered a sword
But the Lord crafted a pen pure ink and a page
And he wrote there upon it every Warner and sage
He established the seal with an offspring divine
And seared through the parchment a name so sublime.
From thence all creation bore a mission to hide
A rage it engendered in the one whose despised
For all that is evil was shook to the core
For eternal the name all of womankind bore.
Each groan of creation
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each womb bares the wound
Of sweet Fatima…
Oh witness the cursed one he searcheth the wombs
He seeketh the pure one in his darkness and gloom
He sets forth delusion and poisons the minds
They buried there daughters by Satans design
Fearful the mother of martyrs would rise
He hardened their hearts and he blinded their eyes
The seal of perfection he brandished Gods word
He ended the torment and hearts he had stirred
Yet monsters they hunted they tore and they killed
They crushed and they stole
And her blood they have spilled
Oh witness the cursed one he searcheth the wombs
He seeketh the pure one in darkness and gloom
Each groan of creation
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each womb bares the wound
Of sweet Fatima…
Oh hollow the voice of diseased calls to prayer
Believers in exile deceit fills the air
For every testator must surely taste death
They witness their Gods with the foulest of breath
While The lovers of Zahra are mocked and deprived
They’re forced to drink poison their holy struggle despised
The son of Khomein feared to utter a word
Her light oh so radiant her truth still unheard
She wonders the hills in a long darkened veil
For who does she weep
And for who does she wail
Oh witness the cursed one he searcheth the wombs
He seeketh the pure one in darkness and gloom
Each groan of creation
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each womb bares the wound
Of sweet Fatima…
Her garden is lonely
And one after one
Each bloom bore the burden
Each a radiant son
The one who is doomed
Can make light of her loss
The one who is righteous
Burned off all their dross
The plague of the Hearts
Brings the stench of the grave
That soul of iniquity nothing can save.
Oh she calls from the heavens
Where is my seed
Where is my offspring my dearest indeed
And asks all believers have you seen my son
But sealed are the hearts and silenced the tongues
Oh witness the cursed one he searcheth the wombs
He seeketh the pure one in darkness and gloom
Each groan of creation
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each womb bares the wound
Of sweet Fatima…
Oh see where she lays
Her child bows his head
The Karb and Bala eternally spread
No respite for him in his lonely abode
So long no companion so deserted the road.
His hands they are healing .
His lips bring forth balm
And yet for his mother
No fruit of the palm
The one who was pierced
He spoke and they heard
And yet for her grandson
No soul hears a word.
Each groan of creation
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each womb bares the wound
Of sweet Fatima…
Oh Satan the liar he laughs and applauds
The blood that you spill with your venomous words
He mocks all your tears lamentations and gloom
He longs for the day of your eternal doom
His fear of sweet Zahra not based on her worth
His fear was the son that she surely would birth
For he bares a sword and he’ll brandish with might
He’ll tear down the temples of murders and spite.
By the word of the book
And the voice of the pen
Oppressors will tremble
And hell be their end
That day it will come
And colideth their path
The angels will drag them
With a fiersome wrath
The faces of arrogance
Contorted by pain
Presented unto them
Her garden again
Each flower now blooming
Cry’s Ya Zahra
Each son now has set
For sweet Fatima
Oh look to the heavens
Her garden so fair
The light of her countenance
Radiant there
Oh witness the cursed ones they plundered the wombs
They murdered the pure ones
Now eternal their doom.
