We are the strangers, the strangers who believe.
We are the strangers, and Allah's Paradise we recieve.
We are the strangers who bow not to man nor stone.
We are the strangers, we stand together all alone.
We are the strangers, who seek only Gods mercy and His guide.
The strangers that are hated, Allah is on their side.
Ghurabaa, ghurabaa.....we have chosen this title for our souls.
Ghurabaa, ghurabaa.....to be strangers are our roles.
When they rape and kill and invade our lands.....because we are the strangers.
We smile and know Allah is watching....and we face their pointless dangers.
They fear their death and they fear our courage, they are weak within with hate.
We rise up and defend our lives and fear not our eternal fate.
We are the strangers who are different inside and out.
We are the strangers who need not live in doubt.
We know what's coming by the mercy of our Lord.
And we will wait untill the day that we pick up our sword.
They will not have a choice as Allah promised long ago.
That we will fight on horseback with swords and we will rise and grow.
Ghurabaa, ghurabaa.....heed the call to you!
The strangers of this land, we are many but are few.
We are the strangers who have sent out Gods warning to the 'known'.
We are the ghurabaa, the seed of fate has long ago been sewn.
We are the strangers whose hearts are light with peace.
We are the strangers who 'they' sadly [for them] won't release.
We are the God fearing and we are the soldiers of our souls.
Our bodies shake with knowledge and we set out for our goals.
Ghurabaa, ghurabaa, this land it will be ours and all the 'known' will see.
We are the strangers, Islam came strange and the strangers are truly free.
Ghurabaa, ghurabaa, we bow only to Allah, our want for this world is low.
We are the strangers.....and all the 'known' will one day know.