The labour of our heroes past
Shall it be in vain?

Our father land, our home
Shall it still be?

This chaos, this war
To what end?

This spirit of death ruling the day
Birthing agony and fear
When shall it stop?

The air reeks badly of blood;
The blood of innocent victims polluting the land;
A once peaceful land,
So blessed and graced
But now filled with terror:

Countless souls hovering unrest
Songs of mourning raised in their name;
Chants for justice enveloping the  air
As men match, seeking for what they desire

The labour of our heroes past
Shall it be in vain?

This greater tomorrow we seek
When will it be?

The people suffer in silence;
Their words having no meaning to those invoke
The oppressors claiming to be better
But no more will that be
For the time has come;
The time to reclaim what has being lost
So peace and harmony will reign once again