Born on the hill
Raised on native ground
Our mother land
Everything that we call ours

Aware of what is ours
Flags rule the hill
Meanwhile foreign ground
Taken away
Everything that once was ours
Betrayed by what was ours

Blood on the hill
Blood soaks the ground
Rivers run red
Of brothers drowned

Taken away
Everything we had
Our spirit ain't free
Our bodies dead

Beneath the hill
Graves seam the ground
Dead brothers rest
The loss profound

Both sides in grief
Brothers we had
Freedom's belief
Too many dead