Brothers in Blood کے بول

Born on the hill Raised on native ground Our mother land Everything that we call ours Aware of what is ours Flags rule the hill Meanwhile foreign ground Taken away Everything that once was ours Betrayed by what was ours Blood on the hill Blood soaks the ground Rivers run red Of brothers drowned Taken away Everything we had Our spirit ain't free Our bodies dead Beneath the hill Graves seam the ground Dead brothers rest The loss profound Both sides in grief Brothers we had Freedom's belief Too many dead