When will the wind of changes succumb me?
When will the amber sun rise above the horizon
No intriguing alternative of hope
No drop of strength to cut this rope

They can lay me down
with shackles and chains
But they can't clutch my vocal
from complains
Just like a mockingbird trapped in a cage
I am fiercely forced to sing out with rage

Sing sing the sweet song sonorously
Sing sing the charismatic song of liberty
Ring ring the alarm of rebellion
Let the clouds and the crowds
bring forth judgement upon the soul of the wicked.
And let them rejoice in hell
A place where they truly excel.