(Verse 1)
In the heart of the Sahel, where the sun never hides,
A warrior rises, with fire in his stride.
From the dust of the desert, from the echoes of pain,
He lifts his people like the rising rain.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whispers of ancestors, drums in the air,
A call to the brave, to the ones who dare.
(Chorus)
Rise up, oh sons and daughters,
Feel the fire, feel the thunder.
From the plains to the mountain high,
We are one, we rise, we fly.
Rise up, for the land we own,
Our blood, our soil, our only home.
(Verse 2)
Eyes that see a thousand dawns,
A heartbeat strong, a warrior’s song.
He carries the weight of a nation’s cry,
Unbroken, unshaken, with a rebel’s pride.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whispers of ancestors, drums in the air,
A call to the brave, to the ones who dare.
(Chorus)
Rise up, oh sons and daughters,
Feel the fire, feel the thunder.
From the plains to the mountain high,
We are one, we rise, we fly.
Rise up, for the land we own,
Our blood, our soil, our only home.
(Bridge)
And though the storms may rise, the sands may shift,
We stand as one, unbreakable, a timeless gift.
For every drop of sweat, for every tear we’ve shed,
We carve our freedom, on the path we tread.
(Final Chorus)
Rise up, oh sons and daughters,
Feel the fire, feel the thunder.
From the plains to the mountain high,
We are one, we rise, we fly.
Rise up, for the land we own,
Our blood, our soil, our only home.