Brother I hear your voice at night

in the mountains in the moonlight.

Here we cower awaiting the curse of Turks

as they rush through our village berserk

snatching our best

leaving the rest

Slashing

burning …how long?

I hear your voices in the morning

Not in mourning

But in daring

No enemy sparing

Spring is in the air

We no longer despair

Our hearts and minds aware.

His angels are gathering overhead 

Like eagles they spread

The moment arrives

Our spirit survives

It has before

And will again.

I hear your voice beloved…The coming storm of freedom!