In this land, grief wells up from my distress

Fire your bullets -- you villain -- for I

       Won't play at murder or run away

My blood fertilises and refreshes this land

       And plants a promising generation that is fully conscious

Limbs grow from seeds of shrapnel

       Hands are formed and crowns spring

That bet this land will always be their home --

       In every corner they stand their ground

Wherever I am, this land is my passion

       Nostalgia is fused with this timeless love

I don't care if there are explosions

       I don't mind the annihilating thunder