The age of bloodshed beacons
Now the guns they wield are useless
Hope dies for everyone
Bleak eyes, pale skin, poor soul
Slaves once soldiers
Your prayers will not be heard
God has left you all
A massacre was prepared for you
March prisoners march
Die prisoners die
March prisoners march
Die prisoners die
Exhausted for a month of walk
Thirsty of life and liberation
Surrounded by instigators of death
Hope has died