I am the Egyptian army
My fighters are the descendants of great pharaoh
I had never raised something expect for the flags of home
I had never fight for a vanishing throne
When the Egyptians choose to stand still alone
Seeking glory at the eastern dawn
And upon that always witness the moon
The moon that swore that this land will never moan
It’s always from the east…and the end will be soon
The end which fate had wrote by his own
Forget!!! I will feed you the history by spoon
When the Egyptians choose to stand still alone
When they invaded from east, west till seventy-three
Hardly trying de-rooting my tree
By entrapping me between desert and sea
But…I still have more dawns to see
I had one decision…to be…or to be
I will not die…expect free
They all tried kneeling me on the knee
But…They all gone…after paying the fee
When the Egyptians choose to stand still alone
On the papyrus I wrote
On the templets’ walls I made a code
I will never go into the night
I will not vanish without a fight
I will live free…it’s my right
Victory or martyrdom…it’s my insight
When the Egyptians choose to stand still alone