And it came to pass
In those leaden daysThat a plain, poor man
Got sick of his yoke
Of condemned soil
And foreign empires hungry purseTime to replace
Pitchfork with sword
And sound the anthem
Of sheer rebellionEnough
Once too often
Enough
Is enoughWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveWe tasted grime and blood
We know the essence of ashesA glowing spark
Rising up from blazing flames
To lead the forlorn and wrath
The epitome of hopeA daring venture
A frantic attempt
When Amandus was slain
The Bagundae still sangWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveEnough
Once too often
Enough
Is enoughWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveWe strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to haveWe tasted grime and blood
We know the essence of ashes