Though they restrict my desire,
They can not bind my heart,
I will stand firm forever,
On this earth or not!

What they bestow upon me,
Freedom, I'm afraid, it is not,
For if freedom it were,
This war ought not be fought.

So stand firm with me believers,
And we shall crumble this unrighteous plot,
And from our victory, their defeat,
will surely be wrought.

Have my back in this brethren,
Without thee I'm nothing,
They shall quiver at our cries,
As we halt their corrupting.

On our deathbeds we'll not weep,
for this I am sure,
We'll take pride in what we bequeth,
To those who beseech, what is denied them, but they deserve.

My life belongs to me,
And this, I assure you, I will make everyone see!