We stand in fear of the angry men,
Marked with an insignia on their countenance,
The emblem of the monarchy,
They claim to prevent anarchy.
You are not a King by your palace,
You are not a King if you have a heart of malice
And if in ruthless autocracy you believe,
And hinder our spirits from running free…
God made us men and made us equal,
Not to bow to another because he is regal,
Not to be at your mercy
Not to be suppressed by supremacy,
But oppression is the new law of peace,
Where one man says and the other heeds
Where free will is fettered
And domination free
This tyranny must end,
So capture the hearts of men.
We will rise in allegiance
And disown the path of blind obedience,
We will fight for the right to be free
We will fight for democracy.
So go on and pass another royal decree
And we will erupt in mutiny
To regain our snatched away mirth,
And undo the accident of birth.
But for now, this seems a distant dream
With one day hope of seeing reality
As we labour in secrecy.
And in the darkness of the darkest night
We ready ourselves for our freedom fight
And I can hear Providence speak,
As we repeat the rebel’s creed…
“Stand with your kith and kin
Fight for whatever it is you believe in,
Don’t care about what they say,