Words, these words of freedom
A bequest, never to be silenced
A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced...
In this world of lies, the truth it means resistance
To make the masses see and sense their needs
He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds
And threw back the baseness, back to where it came from
Aspired from the middle, of his brothers
Charged this suffering and oppression
One single voice became a storm
His words and melodies, the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear...
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came... from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
A bequest, never to be silenced...
Nobody's chosen to suffer
Nobody's destined to rule
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing
Fettered his hands
But not, not these words he wrote
These songs we'll sing!
These songs we'll sing!
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came
Threw back the baseness, back from where it came...
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