Why are your mighty men fallen and your sword blunt?
Why do your righteous men thread wide paths, legend wasted?
Why is your arsenal empty and your oil of grace dry?
Oh youths of Zion, think of your early days!
When the sword of life and death was entrusted you;
When heaven open to your voice and enemies bowed to you;
When key to the throne was in your hand!
What befell you oh Zion?
Who looted your gold?
How careless are your watchmen?
Where would you run to?
Why do you sleep away on battle field?
When will you bring back those glorious days
Sons of Zion, our hope, our future:
Sharpen your sword, restore your pride.
Purge out the wine of sin
And be baptized with water and fire
Fight on, the battle is not yet lost;
Our enemies can still be overtaken!
It is now or never!
Written by: Lebile Melt Tosin
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson