May our lands one day be cleansed,
From a thousand years of hateful greed,
Unchained from blood-stained British hands,
In God’s revenge, our noble deed.

No more shall you display your sword,
Or shed our blood for wanton fame,
When once your vulgar emblems lowered,
Our lands return your I’ll-got gain.

You plundered this land with muskets blaring,
And stole the lives of fighting men,
To enlighten this world of nations learning,
Our scribes shall write our history then.

One thousand years your evil spread,
Like tentacles weaving poisonous venom,
Your cursed want our souls be dead,
Our Will shall turn your ships to flotsam.

One day we’ll sing her joy to own,
Unlocking this slavery within our minds,
Returning our lands and fields of corn,
With all your trace of evil cleansed.