1. We are the knights when we don the armor
As the dust rose like an eagle in flight

2. Urging their steeds and urging a steed
Each cheering for battle and destruction

3. At noon the arrows fly from every bow
With poisoned tips that drip death

4. So they clashed like fleeing ghosts
Whose wings are swords that cut the darkness

5. And he charged at Shayban with knights
Who never retreat when foes approach