Oh, the misery of my people

I've heard them crying out

Their lamentation

The deafening sound of sorrow

Clothed in anguish

They've been enslaved

For generations

But now the time has come

I will deliver them

But now the time has come

One fire burns within my soul

Consuming all of the doubt in my mind

And infusing my soul with purpose again

Awake from sleep my chosen people

Break the bonds of slavery

And step out into new life

Hear the word spoken through flame

A fire that cannot be quenched

Hear the word spoken through flame

A fire that cannot be quenched