The home of our mothers
Our fathers
Brothers and sisters
Was taken from our hands
On a day
They called Easter
They came
From a distance
For our land
In the name of God
It was death or our submission
Few
Had a fighting chance
They came in numbers
Greater
Than our resistance
Some begged
Some followed
Many fought
And many did run
And tears
Filled the rivers
Of our lands
Still today
Our fathers
Our brothers
Mothers and sisters
Are crying
In their hands
With no hope
Of restitution
While blood
Still flows
On this land
While blood
Still flows
On this land