From the dirt, from the ashes, she rises up Battle-scarred from birth; tempered by the flames She sees loss and destruction, famine and death They try to hold her down, but she’s holding to her strength
And she says: “You, who have tried for my life You, who pursued me from birth You, who have begged for this fight Now, we shall see what you’re worth”
Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out
Oh, the land is our mother, crying out As we, her daughters, fight; dying in her name
And the dirt and the ashes fill our lungs And we all rise as one, and we march toward the flames
We say: “They, who have stolen our lives They, who oppressed us from birth They, who have begged for this fight Now, they shall see what we’re worth”
Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out
Our force will drive them out, or Our blades will be driven in
Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out Oh, let Oh, let their blood flow out
Now we rise up in battle, fighting on The showing of our force is too great to comprehend
And we will overpower; we shall strike So this lengthy war will at last meet its end
And I say: Once they have lowered their arms Once they have surrendered this fight Once they have seen that they’ve lost We shall restore peace on that night
Oh, let Oh, let our blood flow out Until then, Oh, let our blood flow out