The coming storm
A force from the south
They wash us clean from the earth
No quarter, no surrender
Our customs vanish to the dirt
We are born of this land
A tyrants punishment to clear the hills
Banners move in the wind
A cool morning breeze
I hear a voice in the air
Warning us of what will come
We will not escape this death
But we will rise again
We will rise again
The sound of cavalry approaching i can hear
As my heart sinks now sets in the fear
I will not turn and run i'll face my last day
Standing here on fields of green
The lines form before me
Outnumbered we will be
Awaiting the charge that will surely be the end of me
But we stand for a greater cause, that one day we are free
On this day I will rest
I'll return to the soil of that land that I love
All around me the ground soaked in blood
Falling like flies pounded to the dirt
The charge is quick and we will fall one by one
But this not the end our people will rise again