Melek-Taus

Bless our weapons
 With cruel majesty
 Ignite our spirits
 In barbaric ecstasy
 Fill our song
 With poetry of dread
 Sparks of splendour emanating
 From the highest godhead
 Inspire our breasts
 With records of the brave
 Lift our flesh
 Beyond the darkness of the grave
 To every soul asleep
 Underneath Sinjari pines
 Rise out of the gloom
 Of the desecrated shrines
 We call upon the bird of prayer
 The angel with scythes for wings
 Creator, idol and slayer
 Eater of saints and kings
 Shaitanic rebel principle
 Looming in the sky
 Righteous and invincible
 Hear our battle cry
 We are daughters of the desert night
 Sirens of the sand
 Raven-haired amazons
 Of the untamed land
 Abandon be our victory
 Beauty our decoy
 The angels of Melek-Taus
 Are ready to destroy
 We call upon the bird of prayer
 The angel with scythes for wings
 Creator, idol and slayer
 Eater of saints and kings
 We call upon the bird of prayer
 The angel with scythes for wings
 Creator, idol and slayer
 Eater of saints and kings