The peoples blood splashed on a sandstone wall
When the Martyr died at rising dawn
Echoes resound around our heroes fall
As darkness fades a fresh new day is born
No more we cower before the cruel lash
The tyrants yoke is broke and cast aside
Our fetter chains rust amidst the trash
Fear and pain retreat from callous pride
Liberty, bright and fiery mother of our cause
Great spark that flamed our revolution
Upon your fading star I solemnly did pause
To see our hollow dream as only an illusion...