The great flood of tears that we've cried

For our brothers and sisters who've died

Over four hundred years has washed away our fears

And strengthened our pride, now we turn back the tide

We will no longer hear your command

We will seize the control from your hand

We will fan the flame of our anger and pain

And you'll feel the shame for what you do in God's name

When the ancient drum rhythms ring

The voice of our forefathers sings

Forward Africa, run, our day of freedom has come

For me and for you, Amandla Awethu