Victor

The east is where the sun rises,
When that time comes,
The sun would be red!
Ablaze, with scorching heat
That would burn the maggots alive:
For the strength of the weak,
The scorching sun!
Will turn the oppressors down.
That very time will come,
when the lark's flock will sing.
A song of liberty
A song of sacrifice;
A tribute to the people's
never failing struggle.
For each price entails sacrifices,
And each sacrifice entails freedom!