“Rise! clenching fists and trembling bones
From the streets without their names, the city of disgrace.
Rise! wrathful crowds and desperate souls
Against the regime long exiled, regain our rights and domain.
No longer the burden of suffering, no longer were we chained
Recollect the roots of the fragmented, together the formless shape.
Past once lost and oppressed, but the truth shall remain
Devastate the unity fake, witness our beauteous rage.”