We rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakesh For Mohammed and Morocco We had taken up our guns For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
In the dry winds of summer We were sharpening the blades We were riding to act upon the promise we had made With the fist and the dagger with the rifle and and the lance We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France
We could wait no more In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir Like the dogs of war For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir
Though they were waiting And they were fifty to our ten They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men As the darkness was falling They were soon to realize We were going to relive upon their godforsaken lives We were going to relive upon their godforsaken lives
We could wait no more In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir Like the dogs of war For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir
We rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakesh For Mohammed and Morocco We had taken up our guns For the edges of our fathers and the children of our sons For the edges of our fathers and the children of our sons
