Voices of the Land

From the rugged veld to the open sky,

We stand tall, proud and free.

Echoes of our ancestors' call,

In our hearts eternally.

Golden sun rises over hills,

Stories woven in our land.

Steadfast souls with iron wills,

Bound to this sacred strand.

Through storms and endless skies,

Our spirit never dies.

Standing strong, side by side,

In unity, our pride.

We are the sons of the brave,

Voices of our past we save.

In every breath, a lullaby,

Of hope, of strength, and sky.

Fields of wheat sway in grace,

Echoes of our forebears' dreams.

In every struggle, we embrace,

The future as it gleams.

Our roots run deep and wide,

With honor as our guide.

Together, hand in hand,

We build and stand, and expand.

We are the sons of the brave,

Voices of our past we save.

In every breath, a lullaby,

Of hope, of strength, and sky.

Lift your head, see the dawn,

A new day's shining bright.

From the storm, we're reborn,

With courage, pride, and light.

Bound by love and history,

Forever in our hearts,

Afrikaner pride will soar,

Never to depart.