Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief Abandon my friends, my home Losing my mother tongue But I will bear this heavy loss This heavy loss Former brothers calling me betrayer And burned the words we wrote I will overcome I will overcome Solaced by this certainty this delusion Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face Seems like a savior's smile to you To you Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief Abandon my friends, my home Losing my mother tongue But I will bear this heavy loss This heavy loss An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark A voice of an enslaved nation A force of banished daughters We have to stay the course Consistent, without anguish We have to stay the course We have to stay the course Consistent, without anguish We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside But with burning hearts we shall recur But with burning hearts we shall recur We shall recur