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 will fade
Solaced by this certainty
This delusion will fade

Our words of reason, lost in the roar of 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
With burning hearts we shall recur
With burning hearts we shall recur
We shall recur