Oh God this Antarah is a bless to his tribe and arabic poetry
This poem in particular makes my hair stand.
A kind of a boy, who breaks into war with a smile on his face
And returns with his spear stained in blood
Once he unsheathe the sword,
blood spills, clouds disappear,
and the ambiance lights up sharp, strong and shiny
 
Listen to it
This is the same poem without the vocal poem