A lion’s roar in the dead of night,
With every battle, he stood upright,
Guided by faith, by pure insight,
For justice burns with endless light.
He led with honor, wisdom, grace,
A shield for Lebanon’s sacred place,
No tyrant's sword could slow his pace,
In every heart, we see his face.
They thought they could silence the flame,
But we rise again, in Hassan’s name,
Our path is clear, we feel no shame,
The soul of Hussain lives on the same.
You feared his voice, but now you’ll see,
A thousand rise where one shall be,
Your cruel intent, your tyranny,
Will fall to dust, we’ll set world free.
They thought his death would make us weak,
But in our hearts, his strength we seek,
With every tear, the strong will speak,
The dawn of freedom’s what we peak.
Hassan’s blood runs through our veins,
Through suffering, through endless pains,
The land you burn, the chains you claim,
Cannot destroy this righteous flame.
They thought they could silence the flame,
But we rise again, in Hassan’s name,
Our path is clear, we feel no shame,
The soul of Hussain lives on the same.
You feared his voice, but now you’ll see,
A thousand rise where one shall be,
Your cruel intent, your tyranny,
Will fall to dust, we’ll set world free.
You strike us down, we rise once more,
Our banner flies from shore to shore,
In every heart, in every core,
Your reign will crumble, never soar.
The blood you spill, the tears we shed,
Only ignite the path ahead,
For every martyr, every dead,
The cries of justice shall be led.
You’ve forgotten the vow he swore,
"Labbayka Ya Hussain," forevermore,
The path of truth, an endless shore,
For those who stand, who fight this war.
The soul of Hassan will never fade,
Your terror reign, a fleeting blade,
For in his name, we’re unafraid,
In death, a thousand warriors made.
The path of Hussain, it never dies,
With Hassan gone, a new hero will rise.
For every soul on Hussain’s way,
There's no fear of death, no price to pay.
You struck at one, but more will come,
Your fate is sealed, your end has begun.