Pomp of a formidable monster in this odious mansion,
Makes the people around to rouse their sleeping fear within;
With this puissant voice of a giant queen,
The head of the little king makes a bow to her.

Because of the monster’s malfeasance in this land,
The vexation was born in the young ones’ heart;
Children are not contented with their vicious monarch,
In their innocent mind, she is a portrait of the dark.

A small piece of lot this pathos farmer’s has,
Small field is the only source of his rice;
But nightmare came in just a wink of eyes,
The monster appears to obliterate their lives.

How pity they are, native of this land,
People are asking for the freedom to be on their hand;
Native of the Promise Land, native of perennial war,
They’re still in the battle, to vanquish the queen of dark.

Corruption of the monster to the meagre treasure,
Justice is only for the one who has pleasure;
They are using the natives’ money to gamble,
These are the malfeasance of a monster in a castle.

The natives are asking to save the land of their father,
The children are shouting to avenge their mother;
The motherland is crying, yelling to succour her,
Pearl of the orient sea now waits for a diver.