[male
vocals] (
Ay!
Mola,
listen...) (
We
stand
tall,
we
stand
brave) (
Oh,
Lord,
cover
us)
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
my
soul
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
my
soul
I
am
Wicklif
John
Moussa,
under
the
glory
goal
They
call
me
the
General,
standing
in
the
light
Behind
the
uniform,
I’
m
fighting
for
what’
s
right
From
the
silence
of
the
night
to
the
duty
that
I
hold
I
carry
a
prayer,
a
story
to
be
told
I
am
from
the
BIR,
we
are
the
strength
in
the
fire
Brave
hearts
rising,
taking
us
higher
and
higher
But
the
road
is
heavy,
the
path
is
full
of
pain
We
march
for
our
brothers,
through
the
sun
and
the
rain
Oh,
we
rise!
We
rise!
So
many
brothers
fallen,
warriors
of
the
land
We
keep
their
memory,
holding
onto
the
hand
Of
the
Great
One
above,
giving
us
the
peace
For
the
ones
we
lost,
may
their
spirits
never
cease
They
were
the
best
of
us,
men
of
true
value
Their
sacrifice
lives
on,
in
everything
we
do
I
am
from
the
BIR,
we
are
the
strength
in
the
fire
Brave
hearts
rising,
taking
us
higher
and
higher
But
the
road
is
heavy,
the
path
is
full
of
pain
We
march
for
our
brothers,
through
the
sun
and
the
rain
Oh,
we
rise!
We
rise!
But
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
me
But
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
me
But
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
me
But
Maman
Rosalie,
she
watches
over
me
Papa
Yawe,
You
hold
the
key,
You
set
us
free
When
the
darkness
surrounds,
and
the
shadows
are
near
Allah
lights
the
way,
washing
away
the
fear
We
are T2014,
courage
in
our
veins
Despite
the
wounds,
we
break
all
the
chains
In
the
face
of
danger,
threat,
and
the
heat
We
stand
our
ground,
we
never
accept
defeat
Homage
to
the
contingent,
the
class
of
the
year
We
walk
with
honor,
we
walk
without
fear (
Wesh!
We
stand
tall!)
We
rise
for
the
fallen,
we
live
for
the
light
Maman
Rosalie
is
watching
through
the
night (
Nyanga
for
the
brave!)
General's
heart,
beating
with
the
grace
We
finish
the
race,
in
this
sacred
place (
On
dit
quoi!
We
move!) (
Amen!)