In time when sadness and despair were fading all, 
In poverty, someone powerful was born, 
Hundreds [bad word] loud as thunder never heard, 
Were building hope and feeding faith in every soul.
His voice of [bad word] will never die! 
His soul will live forever shining [bad word] the wounds of our crime.
Through lands of fallacy, with a heart full of mercy, 
He will rise again and earth will tremble by his power, 
Generations of infamy, centuries of abuse, 
Mankind will finally see the end of this reign of suffering.
Time after time we make our life forgetting all, 
But he will back to see what selfishness have done, 
And with his anger evil will cry, 
And with his justice no more laughs from false and vile.