Why burn thy homes, lay country bare,
Their sins thy know, nor will forget,
For he doth smile, on this sweet place,
And when that day doth come to dawn,
Whose heart wast cut so much.
Defiled, by those dishonored,
Men kissed, by Satan`s touch
What honor in these deeds?
Like harlots, they did stalk thy land,
Fuelled by all their greed.
Thou bear them like a scar.
But God, who blessed this precious land
Still watches, from afar.
And knows how it will be.
For one day, peaceful kith and kin,
Will live His harmony
And all must give account.
Then ye will stand, so high and tall,
Atop God`s Kingly mount.