In cold ground here I lay
Here for hundreds years I stayed
In black raven lived my soul
And in streams my blood did flow
I'm the warrior, I died
For the proud land of mine
I'm the spirit of the past
Which my scions turned to dust...

Oh, let my spirit rise!
Let it rise high to heaven
Oh, let my spirit fly!
Let it fly free as raven!
Oh, let my spirit raise
Raise nation from it's chains
Oh, let my nation praise
Roots that it now disdains!

And my children turned to slaves
Born for glory - kept in caves
Long forgotten is father's faith
Outlandish yoke they praised!
Is that what we struggled for
Gave our lives and she'd our gore?
How that enslaved land I see
Calls itself mighty and free?!

Wake me, wake me!
Raise me, raise me!
Free me, free me!
Can't you hear me?