O children of the hinterlands
Wave thy magic, wanton wands
And banish thy selves from sad illusion
Come to the awesome, truthful conclusion
That you have skilled and sacred hands

You are truest hope of the world
The bars and borders must be unfurled
In our hearts affection swirled
Towards brighter day we are hurled

Our destiny we've not really knowed
Until revelation like stardust snowed
This is the song for the worlds sweet people
Sung loud and proud from passions steeple
In it my truest dream showed