Our Cry for Freedom

The bell is rung

The call is made

While the innocnt and scared

Await the thunderous noise

Of the willing heroes

That come to our sides

 

The fleet of metal birds

The stampede of marching boots

The roar of the violent tanks

The Grand ships of God himself

 

Though they choose not

Of whether they come or don't

We hea their chants

Of the Savior's song

The song that lifted our heaerts

To bring us to retaliate

Against the opressors

 

So we fight

For our freedom

We may die

But our brothers will

And forever more

Fight in our names.