Stand up and fight,
For what is right.
Never before,
Have you seen such a race,
Each with a different colour,
All with different faces,
We all come from different places.
Warrior Poets,
Fighting on the field of dreams.
If fighting for freedom is a dream,
Then we are living the dream.
Think not of yourself,
But your brother,
Your country.
Stand up,
Or forever lay down.
Freedom isn't free,
Forever payed in our blood.
If the price of believing is death,
Then killing me once will not suffice.
Not matter if you slay us,
Betray us,
We will never stop.
Scream freedom.