to the aid of the crescent moon

The battle cry was heard.
Every syllable and every word
was uttered, spat out in disgust.
With every life that was taken,
With every family that was broken,
With every prayer that was not spoken,
My religion has come under attack.

This is my rallying cry - to the aid of the crescent moon.
This is my rallying cry.
This is my ...cry.

Before the faithless rise and take hold,
the ebbs and flows within the hearts, cold,
and damp are the lies that whisper there,
"Go join the misguided and non-humanity".
Aren't we cool with our black flags a-waving,
Aren't we cool with our oil fields a-blazing,
Aren't we cool with our weapons a-plenty,
Make no mistake, we are masters of senti -
Mental, though, is our true raison d'être.
Your devastation is our zakat-al-fitr.

Decadent cities will burn and fall
That is their dream.
Human cities will rise from the ashes.
That is our hymn.

This is my rallying cry - to the aid of the crescent moon.
This is my rallying cry.
This is my ...cry.

Here me now and hear me well -
All Muslims and ye of awesome faith.
Let us unite before the hour is late.

This is my rallying shout - "Paris' lights will never go out!"

You are a virus of Islam that will need eradicating.
You are a pox on the house of humanity that will need curing.
You are a plague on the map that will need scorching.
You are a diseased crop that will need torching.

You might have a ruthless devotion to a misguided interpretation.
But we have something higher- our faith in the human religion.
We cherish justice, compassion, science and progress,
Irregardless of how one likes to pray or dress.
We value above all, that life is precious
A gift from above.
A gift of true love.

My religion has come under attack.
Make no mistake, we will fight you to get it back.
This is my rallying cry - to the aid of the crescent moon.
This is my rallying cry.
This is my ...cry.