Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Freedom's Seed lyrics

With freedom's seed across the land, Before the star of morn I pa**ed. My uncorrupt and guiltless hand Through subjugated furrows cast The life-bestowing germ I bore, A waste of time and nothing more. A well-intended, futile task... Pasture away, O pa**ive nation That will not rise to honor's call. What need have sheep of liberation? A hand will sheer and slit them all. Their legacy each generation Will be the lash, the chain and ball.