They rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakech For Mohammed and Morocco 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 they were sharpening the blades They 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 Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir Ride, ride, ride, ride... They couldn't 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 realize We were going to relieve them of their godforsaken lives We were going to relieve them of their godforsaken lives They couldn't 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 They rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the endless mountain footpaths leading down to Marrakech For Mohammed and Morocco 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 For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons