[bad word]  the voices of the dead battalions 
Of those who fell, that Europe might be great 
Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us 
And urge us on that we gain the national state 

 [bad word]  
The streets are still, the final battle has ended 
Flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn 
See over the streets, the White man's emblem is waving 
Triumphant standards of a race reborn 

Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit 
Sprang from that soil, for who's sake they bled 
Against the vested powers, Red front, and massed reaction 
We lead the fight for freedom and for bread 

(Repeat [bad word]  

Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 

People who we [bad word]  again have let us down 
Jailing men of this country for fighting for our land 
We will fight forever, until the end releases us 
We will never submit to a six point master plan 

(Repeat [bad word]  

Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 
Hail the new dawn! 
Hail!