We are still here

Heavy clouds
Over the raging fire,
Belief is stripped
Like hearts of mothers.
I see your face -
It's pale and tired,
But hear my voice,
I call you, brother:

We are still here,
Still fighting and free,
Our freedom will fall
With the last heart to beat!

We can never decide
How and when we must die,
And until this day'll come
We fight for the life.
We chase our dreams
And care of each other,
No soul should be lost
In path of the sorrow.

As we are still here
With one hope to believe.
For it we will stand
'til the last drop to bleed!