Marching out was not a choice we made
In those slave ships, wistfully we sang
To keep our souls from drowning.
Our sufferance drove us into apostasy
Feeling deceived by the power above
We hummed all the way afloat the oceans.
We survived the worst, and survive we will.

Is it our fate to suffer?
Is it our destiny to perish silently?
Haven’t we slaved enough for our afflictions?
Haven’t we sang God bless our Africa?

We sit today on the high chairs of the diaspora
Remembering that we were kings
Of a kingdom cruelly demeaned
Kings silenced and demoted to servants
To lift high foreign thrones
Those that we will never sit, crowns we will never wear.

God help us sing our song
It is the song of our life
The song of our Kingdom
That which forever lives
Long live our Africa, hail our motherland.

How long are we gonna cry
Cry for this world to see beyond
See deeper than the darkness of our skin
Why should we cry, for what do we cry
When we are the only race of the world
With a motherland still dark and pure
Why don’t we pride, for being the mother of humanity
Haven’t we stood the test of time?
In the face of all tyranny and treachery
We should be the greatest of all races.

Is it our fate to suffer?
Is it our destiny to perish silently?
Haven’t we slaved enough for our afflictions?
Haven’t we sang God bless our Africa?

We danced and waved our spears in our decency
Raised our fists on the Amistad
Marched the white streets of Alabama
Took the bullets in Soweto
Never laid down for our rights.
Our voices have grown horse
To songs of anger and anguish
No need for us to sulk
We got our feet on the ground
We have fought the best of our battles
No need for us to fight anymore
We got to march on.

God help us sing our song
It is the song of our life
The song of our kingdom
Which will forever live
Long live our Africa, hail to our mother land.