farewell to the revolution, weep not, silence lasts for a night rise children, get in formation, madness ignited, fists clench up burn, burn, burn; lift every voice; alive and proud—or give us death ten thousand systems, sipping on our souls, onward yet we fight, until when long may we live to see that glorious morning, when the light shall emerge when we’ll gather, at the river, in the village pure and clean there’ll be no more crying, no more bleeding, no more sickness, only bliss oh boundless love, we are weary, won’t you come forth, guide us home? —
