In fact, we lived for nothing
They stole everything from us
Nothing to leave our children
They went to far
It's time to stop them
And get back all we need
No more suffering and tolerate
We are here to get what is ours

Blood flows
Flames of tourches will light
Dead bodies burnied
Robbery, marauding and kill
Bones trampled to dirt

Heads on the stakes
Guts to the dust

Crushing them all
Wounds supposed to be bleed
Fear the crowd
Violent hatefull indeed
Hatefull indeed

Flames of war
In desperate agony deep
Nothing but death
Destroying slavery seed

Heads on the stakes
Guts to the dust

We took what is ours
Nothing you have