We are the Black Rose

let no one doubt our cause

Rise up and let them feel our thorns

and freedom will be ours

We are the Black thorned Rose

singing songs for the unsung

Rise up and let them hear our roar

the lowborn ’ s day has come

A flower shall grow

where our peasant blood flows

Our lives they have taken

are the seeds they have sown

Rise up from the soil we till

from the soil that they own

We are the Black Rose

let no one doubt our cause

Rise up and let them feel our thorns

so freedom may be ours

We are the Black thorned Rose

singing songs for the unsung

Rise up and let them hear our roar

the lowborn ’ s day has come

For each rose they cut down

another will grow

‘ Till the land is covered with petals like snow.

No light in your castles

no light on your gold

Our fight is undying

our truth will be told

We are the Black Rose

let no one doubt our cause

Rise up and let them feel our thorns

and freedom will be ours

We are the Black thorned Rose

singing songs for the unsung

Rise up and let them hear our roar

the lowborn ’ s day has come

We ’ re the Black thorned Rose

let our voices be our blade as one

rise up let them feel our thorns

The lowborn's day has come