 My days like my clothes are all black knowing the son of Ali was attacked When the skies what the loud and they cried Hussein the pure soul has now died The Qibla now wanting to fall Knowing the killers of Hussein touched its walls The angels all waiting to see revenge being taken by he Hujjat Allah is to come and avenge the messengers sons Know these tears in my cries are for you if they filled all the skies it won't do Abbas his protector is gone by the river Euphrates has fallen When the jinn and mankind what that once for the death of Hussein and his son Yeah, Rob. How does the sky still remain? When on the earth is the blood of Hussein For surely this ends in your wrath When the air on your land is attacked But alas I know now why it stands when on the earth. There's a guide in whose hands Remains the love and allegiance of those who await him although nobody knows When he will return and in state the truth of Islam that they hate No kings and no poor will there be when the laws are enforced they will see Why perfection of rule was to be from the line that began with Ali