Dry is the land Where the church needs wood And the saints are men The cross we hold in hands We chart the holy songs In the face of death Run, run, soldier run If you have legs run, run, run Who wants to stay? Who wants to fight? You may stay but you will surely die Poems will be written The republic will be heard The land will lie in ruins Always burned by the sun San Sebastian San Sebastian San Sebastian will not return Why should we wait here for the day? Staring at the sky forever Waiting for the rain to fall How much time it doesn't matter We'll wait for the rain to fall Over our heads the silence will end The cross and the drought rule the land Welcome to the resistance come Welcome to the resistance come Send them away! Tell me how the story ends Dry their bones, no graves for them Through certain death the silence did end The mob and the cross rule the land Welcome to the resistance come Welcome to the resistance come After the fight a new day shall It shall arise Dust to dust Dust to sand And dry is the land Dry is the land Dry is the land Dust to dust