Oh the misery of my peoplenI’ve heard them crying outnTheir lamentationnThe deafening sound of sorrownClothed in anguishnThey’ve been enslaved for generationsnBut now the time has comenI will deliver themnOne fire burns within my soulnConsuming all of the doubt in my mindnInfusing my soul with purpose againnAwake from sleep my chosen peoplenBreak the bonds of slavery and step out into new lifenHear the word spoken through flamenA fire that cannot be quenched