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 lowborn's day has come A flower shall grow where a peasant's blood flows Our lives they have taken all the seeds they have sold Rise up from the soil 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 So freedom may be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come For each rose they cut down Another will grow Till 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 lowborn's day has come We are the black-thorned rose Let our voice be our blade as one Rise up and let them feel our thorns The lowborn's day has come