\"When the Jew\'s Blood Reds my Knife, then my Life is Free from Strife\" When the Jew\'s blood reds my knife Then my life is free from strife Hiding behind rocks and trees I\'ll find them with greatest ease Make them get down on their knees Slaughter them despite their pleas Throw them in the ovens hot Soap and lampshades sold and bought Made of the Jews that we shot Mercy\'s something I have not With the bomb and machinegun Blast at them and watch them run We will have a lot of fun Shoot and kill Jews one by one Rise up, O Salahuddin Great and brave Mujahideen Like the Sheikh Ahmed Yassin For the Love of Filistine At Al Aqsa we shall meet After Israel\'s defeat Their dead bodies at our feet Taste of victory is sweet