Speak now, my friends, yes speak, but speak true,
Of the darkness descended and what we must do,
When days reek of madness, and nights smell of shame,
And the air smells of gore of the infinite slain.
Let’s dream, once again, of democracy’s glade,
The peace and the calm, for which many have paid,
Where the poor are the richest, and the rich are long gone,
And in the bright sunlight the darkness is done.
And when we remember all that’s been said,
Of justice for all and where it has led;
While the cruel and the selfish veil their true face,
We’ll sing of the heroes who’ve argued our case.
So proudly we’ll speak of the brave ones who die,
There’ll be vows to revenge them, tell truth to the lie,
But yet, as we speak, will come shouts, “who leads me?
So we’ll raise a bright mirror for the doubters to see.
But why fades your voice, your eyes look away?
While you suffer alone long night and dark day,
So stay, and reflect, as we join our rough hands,
What our union could do in our, unchained, lands.