As I look out across the sea
I stand proud but am I free?
A thousand years have come and gone
I have won, I will go on
Stand firm against the storm
I cannot see it but it will come
And with the wounds of a million nails
I will rise up, I will prevail
You can starve my children
You can burn my promised land
Take away my right to freedom
And when my back is turned you kill again
You can destroy my houses
Take away all that I have known
But the seeds are almost sown
My green fields have been stained red
From the blood of ungilties dead
But with this fire that burns inside
I will always rebel, I will survive
Rebel
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