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Beneath the mountain's veil, where sand storms rage the place, there was the origin of a sovereign

Hear the Lion's roar, His legend etched in ancient lore, A reflection in history halls

Mighty peaks and sands expanse, His rule, a trecherous and mighty stand, In armor clad, he rode them all, Conqueror's spirit, fierce and warm

يا مولاي المنصور، جاتني خبار من مكناس يا سيدي، ماتعجب حال ماتفرح قلوب،

الحاج قرقوش يزاوگ فهل لجبال بزهد في الدنيا، و راه جمع القبايل و اش نعملو يا سلطاني ؟

Through blood and fire he carved his fate A ruler born to dominate, In every battle, his banner unfurled, Defying death throught wisdom and thoughts

Yet even great kings must meet their ends, To dust and fog, they descend, But the sultan’s spirit thrives, In many sandy lands.

So let the echoes of his reign, Resound through ages, building an empire of gold and defiance, standing against the cross of the northerns and the Jannisaries of the east, the golden lion, eternal he'll be, Now in Amerruk immortal decree

Might peaks and sands expanse..