Merits awarded to the victors of the war.
Trumpets sounded as they match four by four.
Their faces covered with mud,
Their body carried by water like a bud.
Forced by hardship out of their forefathers' land,
Roaming without an end.
Our w ...
Africa, my continent
Africa my beloved continent
The mother of nations and worlds about
From thy dark rich soils, you have produced wealth
On thy soils, thy children plough riches.
Africa, my land
Africa my beautiful land
Out of thee, beautiful arts ...