You, who talks in slurs
To support partiotic stirs
With rifles possessed
And our mortal souls blessed
We campainged ot liberate the
You, who speaks in motivational words
Ranging to the wrong who of such properness unheard
With propaganda we appropriated
And with force we emancipated
All those who were devoid of
May the day arrive
With righteousness on our side
We will have converted all the untrue
For in the power's eyes
The omnipotent rise
And may not the omnipotent be misconstrued
In harmony we shall seek
To save the pure meek
From oppression and tyranny
And when the deed is done
May our glory come
In depths of joyous conformity
For there shall indeed come a time
Where all nature divine
Will be given a miror to perceive