Rise the nation that's hurt
rise above the troops of hell
rise from the ashes of Apocalypse
to toll again the freedom bell.

The rising sun
its journey to dye
yellow corn fields
beneath the azure sky.
The rising grain
the harvest of toil
the yield of the soil
feeding the hungry kids
the future secured
despite the falls
the people have endured.
The rising freight
the ships full of exports,
ready to sail
through the world's every gale.

Rise the nation that's hurt
rise above the troops of hell
rise from the ashes of Apocalypse
to toll again the freedom bell.

The rising threat
the beacon of blight
pales achievements
serves agony and fright.
The rising beast
is burning the oats
and sinking the boats
killing the crying kids
the future's in doubt
when Satan sheds
the darkness and the drought.
The rising help
awakes from the slumber,
takes off the night
wears the armor of light.

Rise the nation that's hurt
rise above the troops of hell
rise from the ashes of Apocalypse
to toll again the freedom bell.

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