Lyrics:

We rode in the morning, Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas Mountain Foothills leading down to Marakesh
For Mohammed and Marocco we had taken up our guns
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons

In the dry winds of summer we were sharpening the blades
We were riding to act upon the promise we had made
With the fist and the dagger, with the rifle and the lance
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France

We could wait no more
In the burning sands
On the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land
On the ride to Agadir

Though they were waiting, and they were fifty to our ten
They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men
As the darkness was falling they were soon to realise
We were going to relieve them of their God-forsaken lives
We were going to relieve them of their God-forsaken lives

We could wait no more
In the burning sands
On the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land
On the ride to Agadir

We rode in the morning, Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas Mountain Foothills leading down to Marakesh
For Mohammed and Marocco we had taken up our guns
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons