Syria resists
the Zionist onslaught fails
rejoice for freedom
their power ebbs away
the beginning of the end
armies of the east
turn to face the holy land
the priceless jewel
pressure increases
surrounded with no escape
death will come slowly
prophecy will be fulfilled
as they drown in their own blood
too little too late
Damascus attacked, last straw
but to no avail
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