They told me stories of the land of the lion, thought
It was folk tales. But I have walked on the land
Followed the trails of the greatest cats. Now I know
It wasn’t Israel they wrote about, it was their fear
Of a blessed land, the land of promise
They thought it would be forgotten
No, No, No - selling us Jesus Christ so that we could
Forget we were the real children of God
Now I believe, now I know, now I get it
My land is beautiful, my people are awesome
My dreams are real.

We will rise up from the Oceans
We will rise from the tunnels
We will rise from the ashes
Our spirits they couldn’t hide, nor incinerate

Look at them – parasites of our strength, our land
Our blessings, obese from sucking our blood
Selfish, like lice, unappreciative, biting their hosts
This is our land, this is our everything
The soul of our blackness, the love of our darkness.
We will rise Oh children of the soil
Africa will rise, stand up to the challenge
It is our turn to shine – ours to rise
Roar oh Lion of Judah, come satisfy our souls
Rise oh Africa rise.