When bright red blood has tainted over the abundant valley
Bright red blood has tainted over
The fertile soil of this abundant valley
As fighters died fighting against the order
Fighting for the folk, for the nation's destiny
Yet one's death can't extinguish the fire
As their memories made awaken and inspire
Turning everything into a weapon
Fighting against the hordes of reaction
Bright red blood has tainted over
The fertile soil of this abundant valley
As those supporting the rotten order
Dismissing the fight as a meaningless folly
Yet the conditions that brought such misery
Brought new blood in this battle so holy
No matter risk and slander fighters have to face
The road less taken means to awaken the oppressed race
Bright red blood has tainted over
The fertile soil of this abundant valley
Yet more will took arms and fight over
Than endure this protracted slavery
From the rising fist, pen, brush to the machine gun
Striking against this hell and those who ran
This continuing battle in this homeland so holy
Will end this prevailing cycle of delusion and folly