Rage burning in the souls of my ancestors.
Their sprits wandering around the stake....
"Who will avenge me? Who will tell my story?"
In the night i'd watch my children tremble in their sleep,
terrified of the night horrors; Rebel, Fight, Defeat.
When will they have a good night sleep?
When will they gain a voice to speak?
Will my posterity grow up in a world without equality?
Will my name be the only thing left of me?
I may die tomorrow but my dreams will never die; It will always remain, as long as my people will fight, as long as my people will try....