Words, these words of freedom
A bequest, never to be silenced.
A bequest, never to be silenced, silenced

In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance;
To make the masses see and sense their needs.

He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds.
And threw back the baseness, back to where it came from.

Aspired from the middle, of his brothers;
Charged this suffering and oppression.
One single voice became a storm.
His words and melodies, the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear

Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
From where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.

A bequest, never to be silenced

Nobody's chosen to suffer.
Nobody's destined to rule.
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing.
Fettered his hands,
But not, not these words he wrote
These songs we'll sing!
These songs we'll sing!
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came