We Fight for Freedom

Out of the smoke, our blood stained battalions fly.
We charge at the enemy, no one unwilling to die.
Our banners are flying, our sabres all point to the sun.
Our pride is our race, and our enemies scatter and run.

We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread.
We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head.
We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake.
We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.

Our enemies ranks are a mixture of colours and hues.
We are as one, and as such, we never will lose.
We fight for our honour, we fight for a future of light.
For darkness will fall and engulf us, should we lose the fight.

Heed sounds of battle, the screams of the wounded are loud.
The warrior stands and he wipes the hot blood from his brow.

We knew that the victory is ours, as we gaze at the sight.
The flags of our fathers are raised in victorious flight.