A flower shall grow where a peasant's blood flows
Our lives they have taken all the seeds they have sown
Rise up from the soil, that we till
Rise up from the soil, that they owe
We are the black rose
Let no one doubt our course
Rise up and let them feel our thorns
And freedom will be ours
We are the black thorned rose
Singing songs for the unsung
Rise up and let them hear our roar
The lowborns' day has come
For each rose they cut down another will grow
'Til the land is covered with petals like snow
No light in your castles, no light in your gold
Our fight is undying, our truth will be told
We are the black rose
Let no one doubt our course
Rise up and let them feel our thorns
And freedom will be ours
We are the black thorned rose
Singing songs for the unsung
Rise up and let them hear our roar
The lowborns' day has come