It marks my body the scars of a history so full of fears
Can I [bad word] this tragedy?
As it awakens, the beast of my wicked mind, so full of hate
Can I restore my harmony?

Lost in the darkness, of the system built on greed, for so many years
Who's the master of the puppet show?
Onwards regardless, of who is on our side and who is not
Forever strong we stand alone

Under our banner: bloodred, skinwhite and black as night
We march towards our destiny
Our task is sacred, for the survival of our kin we stand and fight
Our glory days are yet to be

My kinsmen gather, hear my voice, go seek your way of life
Free your mind and speak the [bad word] 
Walk up the latter, reach up for the stars, and all is yours
Let us together see this world anew